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.

peacefully with Madeline by

himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own son to destroy

downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but

waited from dusk to midnight

to remember

as he

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

his composure on

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

honesty, however, neither of them had wanted to show

was no food in

what forced them to

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

paneled door opened and Thomas’s head poked

scanned his surroundings, like

his scumbag dad had

pushed Madeline into the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake

highly vigilant

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

patted the child’s head with a tender look in

out and made a beeline

certainly true when they say one

the sizzling fried eggs

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 when I

was busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at the

She stopped and seemed

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

chapped and purple. There was

him up only to

fever? What’s going on? He was

brows only for her

born

adult at any rate. He should at least know how to

she left him to his

a fever after one night and rendered

the wine bottles on the coffee table changed