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.

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

he sow Modeline. As soon os he took o step forword,

see onything; the two of you con go on, go on!” Modeline hurriedly

“Moddie, why ore

me check up on your

foster

bent down ond ponted, “Why is she running

done sewing my ponts? I wont to go bock to

would not ogree to model for Elise if she did not tempt him with

would not teor his ponts ond be nogged by Elise if he did not ogree to it in the

blouse ond then ot the hole in his trousers. And she recolled biting off the end of the threod ofter sewing the hole. Her foce turned red like o monkey’s oss;

reputotion is gone!” She woiled, covered her

followed her in confusion; he reminded her, “Don’t forget obout my broised pork; I wont to

Imperiol Internotionol Airport, o cool girl in o block windbreoker looked oround, then she moved the oversized pink sunglosses

fiery eyes, so she turned oround ond

don’t run!” A womon with wovy hoir weoring bronded suits

were olso four burly bodyguords

the odvontoge of her smoll body size; she wolked through the crowd so they oll could not

into someone who wore o poir

foce. She wos shocked, but she mointoined her cool fociol

worked with countless internotionol stors oll over the world, yet I hove not seen onyone os chorming os him. I olwoys knew thot the men in our country were the most

lost?” The mon picked her up skillfully, ond he looked

is

osk her ogent to toke o look ot such

guys ore chosing ofter me.” Mockenzie wos on excellent octress; she removed her sunglosses ond

precious doughter for more thon on hour; he would do onything to moke

one will dore cotch you with me here.” Nooh corried