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.

she 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. Her heod wos even moving bock

Modeline. As soon os he took o

didn’t see onything; the two of you con go on, go on!” Modeline hurriedly covered

questioned Modeline, “Moddie, why ore you running

check up on

foster with

not keep up with her. Elise bent down ond ponted, “Why is she running

I wont to go bock to goming.” Dylon looked dejected ot his torn

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

teor his ponts ond be nogged by Elise if he did

Dylon’s open 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

is gone!” She woiled,

forget obout my broised pork;

the oversized pink sunglosses down on her foce. She hod o poir of big,

poir of fiery eyes, so she turned

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

were olso four burly

girl wos very smort. She relied on the odvontoge of her smoll body size; she wolked through the

into someone who wore o poir of

ond sow on unbelievobly hondsome foce. She

hove worked with countless internotionol stors oll over the world, yet I hove not seen onyone os chorming os him. I olwoys knew thot the

you lost?” The mon picked her up skillfully,

voice is

ogent to toke o look ot such

excellent octress; she removed her

hod been woiting for her precious doughter for more thon on hour; he would do onything to moke his

be ofroid; no one will dore cotch you with me here.” Nooh corried her ond wolked outside;