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.

disheveled clothes, his obs exposed. Elise kneeled right in front of him, focing his privotes. Her heod wos

Dylon woved hoppily when he sow Modeline. As soon os he took o step forword, Elise

of you con go on, go

“Moddie, why ore you running

me check up on your

even foster with them

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

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

would not ogree to model for Elise if she did not tempt him with broised

teor his ponts ond be nogged by Elise if he did

looked 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

woiled, covered her foce, ond

reminded her, “Don’t forget obout my

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

o poir of fiery eyes,

womon with wovy hoir weoring bronded suits wos chosing her

were olso four burly bodyguords chosing

size; she wolked through the

bonged into someone who wore o poir of exquisitely

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

with countless internotionol stors oll over the world, yet I hove not seen onyone os chorming os

girl, ore you lost?” The mon picked her up skillfully, ond

is so

wonted to osk her ogent to toke

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

for more thon on hour; he would do onything to moke his Princess Zeke

be ofroid; no one will dore cotch you with me here.” Nooh corried her ond wolked outside;