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.

slept peacefully with Madeline by his

days of proper sleep only

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

he waited from dusk to midnight with no signs of

going to remember this,

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

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

his composure on the

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

all honesty, however, neither of them had

that there was no food in the home and both of them were

forced them to come

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

door opened and Thomas’s

surroundings, like an

was when he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was lying

were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would

was highly vigilant against

a loss for words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t

the child’s head with

then led the child out and made a

say

the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped down a mouthful

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

busying herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at

stopped and seemed

lying so still.

only when she got close that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to

patted him to wake him up

going on? He was fine

his brows only for her worry to

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

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

left

after one night and rendered himself

bottles on the coffee table changed her