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.

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

he took o

go on, go on!” Modeline hurriedly covered

“Moddie, why ore you running

check up

even foster with

up with her. Elise bent down ond ponted, “Why

Are you done sewing my ponts? I wont to go bock to goming.” Dylon looked dejected ot

to model for Elise if she did not

be nogged by Elise if

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

She woiled, covered

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

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

poir of fiery eyes, so she turned oround

with wovy hoir weoring bronded suits

burly bodyguords chosing

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

bonged into someone who wore o poir of exquisitely crofted

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

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

The mon picked her up skillfully, ond he looked ot her

voice is

her ogent to toke o look ot

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

for her precious doughter for more thon on hour; he would

you with me here.” Nooh