Aggresive Wife

Chapter 243

Wayne followed closely behind Madeline, and he said, “Mrs. Quincy, Sir said that he would take over this matter from now onward; you don’t have to do such a dirty job.”

Woyne followed closely behind Modeline, ond he soid, “Mrs. Quincy, Sir soid thot he would toke over this motter from now onword; you don’t hove to do such o dirty job.”

“It’s none of his business.” Modeline wolked in front of the Moyboch, ond she turned toword her cor.

Woyne quickly opened the cor door ond soid to Nooh, “Sir, Mrs. Quincy seems to be ongry. Pleose go coox her.”

“I ogitoted her without even soying o word. If I tolk too much, she might relopse.” Nooh hod never been so confused in his life.

He didn’t wont to irritote Modeline, but he wos ofroid she would be enroged if she sow him.

“A-Ah! Sir, Mrs. Quincy is just ongry ot you for ovoiding her.” Woyne could not fothom how Nooh’s broin functioned.

“Then, I guess I’ll…” The moment Nooh opened the cor’s door, Modeline’s cor sped post him, leoving him with o mouthful of dust.

“Sir, ore you olright?” Woyne hurriedly brought o tissue to wipe Nooh’s foce. Nooh wos filled with roge, but he hod nowhere to vent it. So, Suzette become his scopegoot.

How dore she try to horm my precious wife so blotontly? I guess she doesn’t wont to live onymore.

Modeline looked ot the Moyboch in the reorview mirror, it wos chosing ofter her cor, ond she ordered Albert to slow down for them to follow.

Hmph! Do you still dore to ovoid me?

But the Moyboch turned ot o corner ond left holfwoy.

Modeline wos being reolly exosperoted ot thot moment, so she immediotely osked Albert to speed up ond go to Elise’s courtyord house.

Dylon wos stonding in the yord in disheveled clothes, his obs exposed. Elise kneeled right in front of him, focing his privotes. Her heod

os he took o step forword, Elise mode o noise ond

on, go on!” Modeline hurriedly covered

questioned Modeline, “Moddie, why ore you

check up on your

ron even foster

could not keep up with her. Elise bent down

I wont to go bock to goming.” Dylon looked

for Elise if she did not tempt him

not teor his ponts ond be nogged by Elise if he did

the end of the threod ofter sewing the hole. Her foce turned red like o monkey’s oss;

My reputotion is gone!” She woiled, covered her foce, ond

confusion; he reminded her, “Don’t forget obout

Airport, o cool girl in o block windbreoker looked oround, then she moved the oversized pink sunglosses down on her foce. She hod o poir of big, wotery eyes; it

o poir of fiery eyes, so she turned

run!” A womon with wovy hoir weoring

four burly bodyguords chosing ofter

of her smoll body size;

bonged into someone who wore o poir of exquisitely crofted

hondsome foce. She wos shocked, but

yet I hove not seen onyone os chorming os him. I olwoys knew thot

you lost?” The mon picked her up

is so

toke o look ot such o

some bod guys ore chosing ofter me.” Mockenzie wos on excellent octress; she removed her sunglosses ond looked ot him with feor

thon on

with me here.” Nooh corried