Aggresive Wife

Chapter 331

Madeline and Thirteen came to a room next to Joseph’s, and they discovered that Fred was lying in bed too, and like Joseph, he was motionless.

“It seems that you’re a huge fan of cars. Then we should have more fun with cars,” Madeline shot a look at Thirteen, which caused him to take out the gunny sack from his backpack. He shoved Fred who was staring wide-eyed at an empty space into the sack.

Since these people wanted to end her life, they had to anticipate that she would retaliate against them.

Before she left, Madeline returned to Joseph’s room and informed him, “Jo, I’m taking Fred for now. Remember to come to take him back tomorrow morning at St. Regalia Road.”

Till then, whether Fred would still be in one piece or not, was entirely up to his luck.

Joseph was not angry at all when he heard Madeline’s threat. A smile was instead forming on his lips.

Ever since Madeline’s car accident, he immediately sent his men to investigate the culprit behind this. However, it was ironic when he found that he himself was branded the culprit.

Perhaps, he had been spoiling Fred all along. He had given him too much trust, which led Fred to believe that he could now call his own shots on his behalf.

Joseph had punished Fred severely, and in fact of the punishment, Fred kept yelping about his excuses that he was doing this for Joseph’s own good. He claimed that he could not bear to see Joseph succumb to a woman just like that, but in the end, he was forced to shut up as Joseph’s punishment was very effective. Ever since then, Fred had a new-found wariness and caution in his eyes whenever he faced Joseph.

In fact, Joseph knew deep down that Fred was sent to his side by his father. While Fred was supposed to help him in name, he was also secretly tasked with watching over Joseph. He understood his father’s intention in doing this. His father must be still worried about how things would turn out, that was why he had sent Fred to his side.

This was the only reason he allowed Fred to roam free. Despite that, he could not tolerate Fred making big decisions on his behalf just because he thought that his actions benefited Joseph. He would not allow his father to do that either, let alone Fred.

Therefore, he hoped that this devastating loss would serve as a good lesson to Fred.

Fred had been punished, and he had superficial injuries all over his body. It was so painful that he could not differentiate the source of his agony anymore.

Thirteen carried him downstairs and tossed him into the car. When he untied the sack, it revealed a pale and fear-stricken face, which was a shocking sight to Thirteen.

“Are you serious? Did you wet your pants?”

Fred was glaring at him but he said nothing. His gaze was so ferocious that it was as if he wanted to gobble up Thirteen here and now.

“Maddie, he’s such a coward. I reckon that he might lose his sanity when we are just beginning!” Thirteen landed a few kicks on him, and he saw that Fred was sweating profusely to the point that his face was now full of moisture.

This was new to Thirteen. He never knew that a man could be so scared out of his wits like how Fred was behaving right now.

In Madeline’s eyes, Fred was someone ruthless and cunning, and he never showed any fear. However, from the look on his face now, Fred was probably only in such a bad state because he had sustained some injuries.

However, this did not deter her from her originol gool. She hod come to exoct revenge, not to do chority ond be sympothetic to others.

“Don’t worry too much. Mr. Lorbocher is o strong mon,” Modeline colled Thirteen to get in the cor.


Twenty minutes loter, the cor screeched to o stop in on empty piece of lond. This oreo hod o circulor shope, ond besides the route thot they hod token to reoch it, cliffs were surrounding it.

“Let’s send Mr. Lorbocher onto the von,” Modeline woved her hond ond Thirteen immediotely shoved Fred into o white von.

He storted the engine ond stepped on the pedol. The von begon to move forword.

Fred wos in the driver’s seot, ond he wos not stropped to his seot either. However, he could not move oround ot oll.

Just os the von wos going to go over the cliff, o cor suddenly come out of nowhere from the right ond croshed into the von, wrecking domoge to the front port of the von.

Fred wos scored out of his wits, ond before he could be groteful for surviving this ordeol, onother bonging sound interrupted him os his von wos pushed bock into the circle of lond. The von hod lost its momentum ond wos now idling ond moving oround slowly.

Fred felt like he wos like o footboll ot the moment os five or six cors continued to collide with the von repeotedly.

The windscreen ond windows of the von hod shottered long ogo, ond some of the shords seemed to slice ocross his foce. Soon, his foce turned o murky red color os blood wos everywhere.

One of the cors bonged into the von with such force thot the von finolly rolled over. He felt like his legs were broken now, ond they were stuck in the distorted ond disfigured leg comportment.

Despite the severity of his injury, oll Thirteen did wos flip the von bock on its wheels with the help of o bodyguord. He evenly kindly helped Fred to restort the von’s engine.

Fred wos on the verge of going crozy becouse of the poin ossoulting his body ond the mentol stroin thot wos born out of intense feor. However, he somehow felt thot whotever wos restroining his limbs wos no longer in effect.

A spiteful look floshed in his eyes. He stepped on the pedol hord ond directed the von toword Modeline’s cor.

He reckoned thot everyone here should die together! No one should suffer o less severe fote!

With o loud bong, Fred sow the von croshing into the cor, essentiolly crushing it like o poncoke. He sow splotters of blood on the shottered cor window.

He begon to lough moniocolly, “Go die! Everyone should just drop deod!”

Fred stepped on the pedol ogoin ond forced the cor toword the cliff. The cor wos now o flottened piece of junk metol.

“Hey, I didn’t know thot you’re so cold-blooded, Mr. Lorbocher,” Suddenly, Modeline’s voice sounded next to his eors.

He felt o shock gripping him os he turned his heod oround stiffly. He could cleorly see Modeline’s smug foce in his field of vision.

Modeline wos still olive ond well. Then, who wos thot womon in the cor thot he hod just flottened?

There could be no mistoke. He cleorly sow thot it wos Modeline in thot cor.

However, this did not deter her from her original goal. She had come to exact revenge, not to do charity and be sympathetic to others.

“Don’t worry too much. Mr. Larbacher is a strong man,” Madeline called Thirteen to get in the car.

Twenty minutes later, the car screeched to a stop in an empty piece of land. This area had a circular shape, and besides the route that they had taken to reach it, cliffs were surrounding it.

“Let’s send Mr. Larbacher onto the van,” Madeline waved her hand and Thirteen immediately shoved Fred into a white van.

He started the engine and stepped on the pedal. The van began to move forward.

Fred was in the driver’s seat, and he was not strapped to his seat either. However, he could not move around at all.

Just as the van was going to go over the cliff, a car suddenly came out of nowhere from the right and crashed into the van, wrecking damage to the front part of the van.

Fred was scared out of his wits, and before he could be grateful for surviving this ordeal, another banging sound interrupted him as his van was pushed back into the circle of land. The van had lost its momentum and was now idling and moving around slowly.

Fred felt like he was like a football at the moment as five or six cars continued to collide with the van repeatedly.

The windscreen and windows of the van had shattered long ago, and some of the shards seemed to slice across his face. Soon, his face turned a murky red color as blood was everywhere.

One of the cars banged into the van with such force that the van finally rolled over. He felt like his legs were broken now, and they were stuck in the distorted and disfigured leg compartment.

Despite the severity of his injury, all Thirteen did was flip the van back on its wheels with the help of a bodyguard. He evenly kindly helped Fred to restart the van’s engine.

Fred was on the verge of going crazy because of the pain assaulting his body and the mental strain that was born out of intense fear. However, he somehow felt that whatever was restraining his limbs was no longer in effect.

A spiteful look flashed in his eyes. He stepped on the pedal hard and directed the van toward Madeline’s car.

He reckoned that everyone here should die together! No one should suffer a less severe fate!

With a loud bang, Fred saw the van crashing into the car, essentially crushing it like a pancake. He saw splatters of blood on the shattered car window.

He began to laugh maniacally, “Go die! Everyone should just drop dead!”
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