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

himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own son

downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be no sound coming from

from dusk to

going to remember this,

couldn’t help but harshly berate his son as he watched

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

maintained his composure on

day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They left the

however, neither of them

food in the home and both

was what forced them to come

take care of breakfast and the rations for the

paneled door opened and Thomas’s

surroundings, like

dad

and 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

highly vigilant

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

gently patted the child’s head with a

and made

when they say one would feel miserable without

stared at the sizzling fried eggs in

even when I

breakfast when Thomas tugged at her

stopped and seemed

to see him lying so still. She removed her apron

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

him to wake him up only to find him

fever? What’s going on? He

a finger between his brows only

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

was still an adult at any rate. He should

left him

fever after one night and

bottles on the coffee table changed her worry into