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

would have himself a few days of proper sleep only for his

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

to midnight with no signs

is going to remember this,

his son as he watched

discourteous to argue with a five-year-old child so he could only make a mental note

maintained his composure on the

hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding

neither of them

that there was no food in the home and both of

was what forced them to

I’ll take care of breakfast and the rations for the next

heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas’s head poked

scanned his surroundings, like an

dad had

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

vigilant against

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

child’s head with a tender

child out and made a

certainly true when they say one would feel

stared at the sizzling fried eggs in

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

with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed

stopped and seemed

so still.

was only when she got close that she realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was

him to wake him up only

fever? What’s going on? He was

his brows only for her worry to grow

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

an adult at any rate. He should at least know how

why she left him to his own

fever after

of the wine bottles on the coffee table changed her worry