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

few days of

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

he waited from dusk to midnight with

going to remember

but harshly berate his son as

child so he could only make a mental

maintained his composure on

had been hiding out in the room, were finally

all honesty, however, neither of them had wanted

was no food in the home and both of

what forced them

care of breakfast and the rations

door opened and

scanned his surroundings,

when he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was lying

His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a

vigilant

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

the child’s head with a tender look in her

and made a

true when they say one would feel miserable

the kitchen, Madeline stared at the sizzling fried eggs in

doesn’t like when things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax plushie. But he

breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed

She stopped and seemed

see him lying so still. She removed

purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to the forefront of

up

going on? He was

between his brows only for

always led an easy life as a person born in the Quincy family. Everyone was at his beck

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

left him to his

he developed a fever after one night and

bottles on the coffee