Aggresive Wife

Aggresive Wife Chapter 82

Angie thought luck was finally in her favor after snagging herself the cash cow so quickly. There would be no need for her to continue to stew in the pigsty.

The old man’s answer, however, extinguished the hope ignited within her.

He squandered his riches like dirt. He was bold and frank.

After all, he was just an upstart who happened to make a fortune but he was hollow inside.

He wasn’t even close to being an ant when compared to Noah.

This man couldn’t even be compared to that pig, Jerry. At least the Lowe family was a proper gentry.

“You can use those to coax the younger ones. They mean nothing to me. Where’s your sincerity?”

Angie swept her newly permed curls aside and took the opportunity to get out of the arms of the lecherous old man.

The old man could immediately tell that she was going to ask for an unjustly large amount and no longer intended to spoil her. He took on a dour expression.

“Haha, sincerity? Who do you think you are? You’re just a good little b*tch. There are countless girls here. You’re not worth anything. If it weren’t for your youth or beauty, I wouldn’t even bother with you.”

The old man whose face was flushed red from drinking mocked and sarcastically cursed at her. It was only after he had his fun that he walked away with another two girls in his embrace.

“Huh! Bastard! Who do you think you are? You’re talking out of your *ss!”

“If it wasn’t for that slut Madeline getting in my way, you wouldn’t even be worthy of carrying my shoes!”

“I’m going to have this dilapidated clubhouse demolished once I turn the tables!”

Angie had believed that she could have the place bow to her whims with her beauty and figure.

To think that even a dirt-cheap idiot would mock her with reckless abandon.

She was so indignant that she was convinced her breast implants were going to explode and stood in the booth cursing and yelling.

Her appearance had become exactly that of a shrew found in the markets…

Maple Forest Villa. Living room.

Noah stared absently at the shut bedroom door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with a trace of grief.

slept peacefully with Madeline by

days of proper sleep only

sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several

waited from dusk to midnight with

going to remember this,

help but harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black night sky outside the

five-year-old child so he could only make a

composure

day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were

of them had

just that there was no food in the home and both of them

was what forced them to come

and hide! I’ll take care of

paneled door opened and

surroundings, like

he found his scumbag dad had

fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a

highly vigilant against his

at a loss for words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out.

the child’s head with a tender

out and made a

they say one would feel miserable

sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down

with my scumbag dad. He doesn’t like when things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn’t respond even

breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at the

stopped and

see him lying so still. She removed her apron and

realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to

him to wake him up only to

What’s going on? He

his brows

led an easy life as a person born

any rate. He should at least know how

was why she left

he developed a fever after one night

the wine bottles on the