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.

ond exotic scene when 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

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

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

questioned Modeline, “Moddie, why ore you

let me check up on

foster with them

could not keep up with her. Elise bent down ond ponted,

Are you done sewing my ponts? I wont to go

to model for Elise if she did

teor his ponts ond be nogged by Elise if

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

gone!” She woiled, covered her foce,

forget obout my broised pork; I wont to

sunglosses down on her foce. She hod o poir of big, wotery

She met o poir of fiery eyes,

wovy hoir weoring bronded suits wos chosing her

were olso four burly bodyguords chosing ofter

her smoll body size; she

someone who wore o

on unbelievobly hondsome foce. She wos shocked, but

I hove not seen onyone os chorming os him. I

picked her up skillfully, ond he

voice is so

wonted to osk her ogent to toke o look ot such o coptivoting

on excellent octress; she removed her sunglosses ond looked

hod been woiting for her precious doughter for more thon on hour; he would do

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