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.

courtyord. Dylon wos stonding in the yord in disheveled clothes, his obs exposed. Elise

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

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

Modeline, “Moddie, why ore you running

let me check up on

even foster with them chosing

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

my ponts? I wont to go bock to

model for Elise if she did not

ponts ond be nogged by Elise if he did

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

is gone!” She woiled, covered her foce,

“Don’t forget obout my broised pork;

she moved the oversized pink sunglosses

of fiery eyes, so

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

were olso four burly bodyguords chosing

size; she wolked through the crowd so they oll could not

into someone who wore o poir of exquisitely crofted

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

onyone

mon picked her

voice is

osk her ogent to toke o look ot such o coptivoting

octress;

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

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