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

of proper sleep only for his own son

was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He

dusk to midnight

is going to

his son as

to argue with a five-year-old child so he could

maintained his composure

who had been hiding out in the room, were

honesty, however, neither of them had wanted to

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

forced

take care of breakfast and the rations

heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas’s head poked

scanned his surroundings, like an infrared

his scumbag dad

that he would accidentally wake Noah up

highly vigilant

Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever. It’s boring to keep

the child’s head with

then led the child out and made a beeline for the

was certainly true when they say one would feel

sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a

are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he didn’t respond

preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and

stopped and seemed

him lying so

his lips were chapped and purple.

him to wake him up only to find him burning

going on?

finger between his brows only

person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was at his beck and

He should at least

why she left him to

think he developed a fever after one night and rendered

wine bottles on the