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

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

the two left, the esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be

dusk to midnight with no signs

to remember this,

harshly berate his son as he

was discourteous to argue with a five-year-old child so

his composure

who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They left the bedroom

all honesty, however, neither of them had

no food in

what forced them to come

hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and the

paneled door opened and Thomas’s

his surroundings,

was when he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was

room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah

highly vigilant against

“It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever. It’s boring

the child’s head with a tender look in

child out and made

was certainly true when they say one would feel miserable without

sizzling fried eggs in the

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

when Thomas tugged at

stopped

see him lying so still. She

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

to wake him up only

on?

poked a finger between his brows only

life as a person born in the Quincy family.

was still an adult at any rate. He should at least know how to take care of

left him to his own

developed a fever after one night and rendered

of the wine bottles on the