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.

with Madeline by his

few days of proper sleep only

on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be no sound

worse, he waited from dusk to midnight with no signs of

is going to

harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black

a five-year-old child so he

his composure on

early hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They left the bedroom

neither of them had wanted to show

in the home and both of them

was what forced them to

I’ll take care of breakfast and the rations for the

opened and Thomas’s head

scanned his surroundings, like

dad had

and pushed Madeline into the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock and a hard place

vigilant against

okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t stay in

head with a tender look

the child out and

they say one would feel miserable without

the kitchen, Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a mouthful

He doesn’t like when things are loud and will wake up even when

was busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged

She stopped

see him lying so still. She removed her apron and went

when she got close that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There

him to wake him up only to find

fever? What’s going on? He

brows only for her

had always led an easy life as a person born in the

should

why she left him to his own

fever after one

on the coffee