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

have himself a few days of proper sleep

on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be

worse, he waited from dusk to

going to

his son as

five-year-old child so he could only make

composure on the

who had been hiding out in

however, neither of them

that there was no food in the home

forced

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

paneled door opened and Thomas’s

his surroundings, like an infrared

he found his scumbag dad had persevered and

pushed Madeline into the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would

highly vigilant

Mommy out. We can’t

patted the child’s head with a tender look

child out and made a beeline for the

certainly true when they say one

stared at the sizzling fried eggs in the pan and gulped

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

herself with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged

stopped and seemed

didn’t seem right to see him lying so still. She removed

lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his

him to wake him up only to find

on? He

a finger between his brows

born in the Quincy family. Everyone

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

was why she left

after one

the coffee table changed her worry