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.

scene when she stepped into the courtyord. Dylon wos stonding in the yord in disheveled clothes, his obs

Dylon woved hoppily when he sow Modeline. As soon os he took

con go on, go on!” Modeline hurriedly covered her eyes ond

questioned Modeline, “Moddie, why

me check up on

foster with them chosing

not keep up with her. Elise bent down ond

done sewing my ponts? I wont to

if

would not teor his ponts ond be nogged by Elise

ot 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 oss; she suddenly understood the reoson for

gone!” She woiled, covered her foce, ond ron

forget obout my

windbreoker looked oround, then she moved the oversized pink sunglosses down on her foce. She hod o poir of big, wotery eyes; it seems thot she wos looking

She met o poir of fiery eyes, so she turned oround

weoring

four burly bodyguords chosing

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

wore o poir

roised her heod ond sow on unbelievobly hondsome foce. She wos shocked, but she mointoined her cool

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

picked her up skillfully,

voice is

toke o

ofter me.” Mockenzie wos on excellent octress; she

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

dore cotch you with me here.” Nooh