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

he would have himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own son to

was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles

from dusk to

to

help but harshly berate his son as he watched

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

his composure on

day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally

however, neither of them

was no food in the home

what forced them

inside and hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and the rations for the next few

door opened and

surroundings, like

he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was

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

highly vigilant

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

the child’s head with a tender look

then led the child out and made a beeline

true when they say one would

fried eggs

when things are loud and will wake up even when I drop my Baymax

Thomas tugged at her

She stopped

so still. She removed her apron and went to

that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely

him to wake him up only

What’s going on?

a finger between his brows only for

easy life as a person born in the Quincy family.

rate. He should

why she left him

after one night and rendered himself

the coffee