Abusive Wife Novel

Chapter 23 A Cunning Woman

“Ms. Fleur! Welcome,” a staff at La Merveille Boutique greeted Madeline with a big smile, “Ms. Elise has been expecting you. Please follow me.”

The staff led Madeline upstairs to the designer’s studio. Elise Lambert shrieked with excitement at the sight of Madeline. “Maddie, ma chérie! I miss you so much. You’re finally here.”

Elise gave Madeline a big hug and kissed her on the cheeks. Madeline was not used to the French greeting and lifted a nervous smile. “Hey, Elise. What’s up?”

“You’ve become distant, Maddie,” Elise looked dejected, “Are we not best friends anymore?” Madeline let out a sigh and said, “What do you want, Elise?”

“Fine, I know you love me no matter what,” Elise beamed and continued, “I asked you here because someone wanted to buy Mirabelle. Yes, the wedding dress you designed. Guess who?”

“I have no idea,” Madeline shrugged. Elise lowered her voice, “Angie Grant! I know you don’t like her.”

Madeline was startled. She didn’t expect Angie to act so soon on her plan to marry Noah. “I don’t care. Sell it to her if she wants it.”

“You designed the dress, and you are going to let your enemy wear it? If

Madeline added, “If she can triple the selling price and make full cash payment by today, she can have Mirabelle by

water and sat down. Elise was impressed by Madeline’s plan. “Either way, we are making her pay. Maddie, you’re

to you,” said Madeline. Elise nodded, “No problem! I like the plan, but are you sure you want to let Angie wear

Madeline had been best friends since high school; Elise was shattered when she got to know Madeline passed away. She was shocked when Madeline

Elise felt sorry for her best friend. Although Madeline was different now, Elise was worried

have the chance

be in a good mood, and she didn’t

are we looking for?” Albert asked. Madeline smirked, “Wait

a notification that she had received 900,000 dollars in her bank account. She was amazed at how much Angie was willing to spend on her wedding with Noah. She didn’t even know the Grant

sank. She had to work part-time during college to support herself, while Angie had all her

to know Fleur was willing to sell her the wedding dress said to be designed for the famous fashion designer’s own wedding, she was over the moon. As long as she could be the

you should expect

the Quincy residence, will you?” Angie smiled. “Here’s