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 by

had believed he would have himself a few days of

two left, the esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied

waited from dusk to

is going to remember

berate his son as he

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

composure on

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

of

food in

was what forced

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

door opened and Thomas’s

scanned his surroundings, like

he found his scumbag dad had persevered

would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would

highly vigilant against

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

gently patted the child’s head with a tender look in

then led the child out and made

say one would feel

the sizzling fried eggs in the pan

are loud and will wake up even when I drop

with preparing breakfast when Thomas tugged at her shirt and pointed at the

She stopped

him lying so still. She removed

realized his lips were chapped and purple. There was barely any color to his complexion. Worry came to the forefront of her

wake him up only

going on?

brows only for her

an easy life as a person born in the Quincy

any rate. He should at least know

left him to

after

on the coffee table changed