Aggresive Wife

Chapter 2 The Little Punk’s Run Off Again

Madeline could care less about the wealth and possessions of the Quincy family or the Grant family. To her, they were nothing at all!

However, at the very beginning of her ordeal, she had sworn that as long as she was still alive, she would return and have her revenge on Angie!

She would not let Gordon’s murderer go unpunished, neither would she allow those who had framed and vilified her to get off scot-free. She refused to bear the burden of their wrongdoing while they feathered their nests at her expense.

At this point, her assistant Albert respectfully reminded her, “Ms. Grant, Mr. Quincy’s car is already at the foot of the hill. We should go now.”

Madeline’s eyes glittered coldly. She put her sunglasses back on and paid her last respects to Gordon, murmuring, “I have to go now, Gordon. I’ll visit again next time!”

That “next time” would be Angie’s death anniversary!

She made her way carefully down the hill, mindful not to make a misstep in her high heels. “Is everything in place for the charity dinner?!”

“Yes, I’ve already blacklisted Ms. Angie from the Global Charity Banquet! She’s done many charitable things in Gordon’s name, and she’s been dubbed Imperia’s charitable princess, right? Well, she won’t even be able to get through the door to attend the dinner. That ought to show her true colors; let’s see how she’s going to marry into the Quincy family after such a disgrace!”

Madeline nodded in approval. “Well done, Albert. Be sure to keep an eye on Thomas; don’t let him run away and cause trouble.”

Thomas was Madeline’s son and a hell-raising young rascal of the first order.

“Yes, Ms. Grant.”

As the saying went, it was truly a small world after all. While the two of them were making their way down the hill, they unexpectedly ran into Noah and his entourage.

Noah was surrounded by black-garbed bodyguards, but Madeline caught a glimpse of his tall, handsome figure. He was dressed completely in black as well, his dark eyes still as keen and sharp as those of a hawk. Even his simplest gesture seemed to radiate disdain, like a monarch giving orders from on high.

In the intervening five years, he had matured and grown even aristocratically arrogant in bearing. He was definitely not someone to cross.

Under his leadership, the Quinton Corporation had emerged relatively unscathed from its dire straits. In fact, in just those five short years, the entire company had rapidly expanded into the third-largest economic entity in the world. Its market value had soared a dozen times over, making the Quincy family fabulously wealthy and giants of industry in the nation of Tiberos.

Following discreetly behind him was Angie, whom Madeline had also not seen all this while!

Angie was wearing an expensive one-of-a-kind black couture dress. She had taken great care with her makeup, so she was looking particularly radiant today. With a sorrowful expression, she followed Noah, looking for all the world like a helpless, timid young fledgling. The intervening years appeared to have treated her kindly.

Madeline brushed past the entire entourage, ignoring them. She did not even spare Noah a glance. However, from behind her sunglasses, she raked Angie’s face with a frosty stare and smiled derisively.

blissfully imagining the good

young brat of a son, and on the anniversary of Gordon and Madeline’s death, no less. It was very

she suddenly felt a sense

who radiated such untouchable elegance and beauty before, so she could not help slanting an envious glance at Madeline. Somehow, she felt uneasy, although she found it impossible

grave, and she saw the fresh bouquet

winds and stared at the

the mysterious woman she had seen earlier. However, upon looking around,

Why had

a molehill; the people who had stood in her way were all dead now. There was no way they could come back from the grave and pose a threat to

that someone discovered something was amiss. The person in question was Wayne

son and had come with them on this cemetery visit. Frantically, he alerted Noah.

tracks, his expression hardening. He swept a cold gaze over the people

definitely still with us just now,

anxious expression as if she had only just discovered the little brat had gone missing. She worked

happened? He was right here

for him

“Yes, sir.”

…

not expected that Noah would come with that murdering bitch, Angie, to visit Gordon’s grave today of all

entirely too comfortable in Madeline’s absence. She even had the nerve

Angie’s ill-gotten happiness would not last past

moment when her perfidious twin sister would kneel before her in tears and beg

her car and

“Help…please…”

around, and her gaze fell upon a little boy lying at the foot of the hill leading up to the

expression changed in an instant. Immediately, she ordered,

arms. “Ms. Madeline, he seems to have slipped and fallen

Albert to bring the boy to the car and set him down on the back

His black suit was also blood-stained, and his breathing was shallow. A cold sweat was already

all over his body. If the trees had not broken his fall in the process,

He also seemed

him intense pain, and he could not help looking terrified. He clung tenaciously to Madeline and refused to let her