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.

always slept peacefully with Madeline by

of proper sleep only for his own son

on the couch downing one glass of wine

to midnight with

is going to

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

a five-year-old child so he

maintained his composure on the

who had been hiding out in the room, were

however, neither of them had wanted to

food in the home

what forced them to come

hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and the

paneled door opened and

scanned his surroundings, like an infrared

dad had persevered and was lying on the

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

vigilant against his

loss for words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever.

child’s head with a

and made a beeline

certainly true when they say one would feel miserable without

eggs in the pan and

even when I drop my Baymax plushie.

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

She stopped and

lying so still. She removed her

lips were chapped and purple. There was barely

him up only to find him burning

going on? He was

poked a finger between his brows only

person born in the Quincy

at any rate. He should at least know how to take care of

left him to his own

he developed a fever after one

of the wine bottles on the coffee table changed her worry into