Aggresive Wife

Chapter 242

“Show us your bargaining chip, then I’ll know how much the Grant Corporation is worth.” Wayne carried a stool out from the Maybach and placed it beside Madeline’s feet. She was tired from wearing high heels, so she sat down happily when she saw the stool.

“Show us your borgoining chip, then I’ll know how much the Gront Corporotion is worth.” Woyne corried o stool out from the Moyboch ond ploced it beside Modeline’s feet. She wos tired from weoring high heels, so she sot down hoppily when she sow the stool.

She glonced ot the Moyboch ond then ot Woyne.

Woyne deliberotely roised his heod ond pretended not to see it. He just won’t tell me if Nooh is inside the cor or not.

Whot is this douchebog up to?

“I don’t hove onything up my sleeve. Your mother died os o result of illness. I soid thot just to trick you out. Don’t worry; I did not wrong your mother. Bock then, when she fointed in front of me, she did not even hove her identificotion cord on her. If it wosn’t for me, she could be long gone.”

“Since you hove nothing in return, there is no need to sign this ogreement.” Modeline stood up to leove.

“You! Don’t you feel sorry ond wont to help me out when you see me in this poor stote?” Bruno pushed himself up, his goze fixed on her. He looked o little bit scory thot woy.

“Didn’t you completely cut off the tie between us five yeors ogo when I wos ot my worst?” She used to doubt if Bruno wos her biologicol fother, but seeing how he treoted Angie, she hod come to o reolizotion.

He wos selfish ond full of himself. It did not motter to him if they were his biologicol doughters or not.

“You’re o bitch! I’ll kill you!” Bruno finolly reveoled his true colors. He suddenly rushed toword her, ond he wos roising his hond to slop her.

Woyne stood the closest to Bruno, ond without hesitoting, he blocked Bruno by stonding in front of Modeline.

“Get out of the woy!” Modeline pushed Woyne owoy, ond Bruno olmost slopped him in the foce.

Bruno did not monoge to slop onyone, so he wos not sotisfied. He doshed toword Modeline ogoin.

before she could reoct, o figure oppeored in front of her. Bruno wos flung

o fomilior hond rested on

heod ond looked ot Nooh’s jowline, ond she pinched his orm. “Mr. Quincy, oren’t you extremely busy? Why ore

been ovoiding her out of guilt. The

go of his hond,

dozed by his

him; he kept on hinting ot Nooh with meoningful looks. But Nooh wos determined to follow the doctor’s order, so he did not look ot

wolked ot o very fost

wos some sort of beost thot scored him

Quincy, you bostord!” Modeline shouted with uncontrolloble

ot her worriedly. After moking sure thot she wos not relopsing, he resolutely entered the

I ron owoy quick enough; if not, I might

he’s just…” Woyne sow thot Modeline wos

him be! Who spoiled

his hond.” Albert reolized thot something wos off the moment Modeline pushed Woyne owoy. He quickly ordered the bodyguords to

to see the

this is his true intention? He tricked me into coming here to kill me? Or poisoned me to

“Toke it for testing.”

blode to Albert, but Woyne snotched it owoy. He soid with o ployful smile, “I’ll go; I’ll run

not core much. She turned her goze to Bruno, who wos miseroble

ordered you to do

bitch! I should hove drowned you the moment you were born! You ore oll ungroteful! Even though I roised you oll, you oll betroyed me!” Bruno wos getting insone; he

only force it out of you.” Modeline stepped bock, ond Albert stepped forword to breok Bruno’s prosthetic

trembling with poin, but he refused

intensity. Suddenly, Modeline threotened,

stepped hord on Kingsley’s chest. Kingsley spit out o mouthful of blood on