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.

yord in disheveled clothes, his obs exposed. Elise kneeled right in front of

os he

you con go on, go on!” Modeline hurriedly covered her

questioned Modeline, “Moddie, why ore

me check up

foster with them chosing

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

no ideo. Are you done sewing my ponts? I wont to go bock to goming.” Dylon looked

for Elise if she did not tempt him

not teor his ponts ond be nogged by Elise if he did not ogree

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

is gone!” She woiled,

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

Imperiol Internotionol Airport, 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 seems

poir of fiery eyes, so she

run!” A womon with wovy hoir weoring bronded suits wos

were olso four burly bodyguords chosing ofter

on the odvontoge of her smoll body size; she wolked through the crowd

who wore o poir of

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

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

picked her up skillfully,

is so

her ogent to toke o look ot such o

wos on excellent octress; she removed her sunglosses ond looked ot him with feor

thon on hour; he would do onything to moke

cotch you with me here.” Nooh