Aggressive wife novel (Madeline and Noah) novel Chapter 310

"Albert, don't tell me you think he'll leave his property to me when he's already thinking of marrying another woman!"

Even though the things that Noah gave her were legally in her name, there was nothing Noah wanted that he could not claim.

Those things were like a hot potato and would bring her nothing but trouble.

Moreover, she had already decided to leave him, and she was not going to touch whatever he owned.

"I think Mr. Quincy and Ms. Solace…" The people who had been working for Noah and Madeline could tell that Noah's affection was solely toward Madeline. It was impossible that he would marry another woman.

"I know what to do," Madeline interrupted him. She did not want to hear Noah's name.

Albert thought, If I can see through Noah's thoughts, Ms. Madeline must be able to do that as well. I'm sure she must have her own plans, and I might have overstepped some boundaries.

"What do you have on Connor Yates?" Madeline continued to ask Albert about work.

Albert resumed his seriousness and said, "Connor had been working for Gordon for at least twenty years, and he was indeed Gordon's right-hand man once. Gordon regarded him highly, which caused him to be arrogant. Before his fall from grace, he even thought he owned the Quinton Corporation."

"Gordon wouldn't have driven him out of the company just because of that." Madeline understood that Gordon was someone who valued personal relationships. He would not have driven away Connor if Connor had not done something irredeemable.

"Connor tried to gather people and resources on his side and strengthen his position inside the Quinton Corporation. Gordon allowed that to happen as long as Connor did not go overboard. However, when Mr. Noah joined the company, Connor tried his best to drive him out of the company."

Madeline smirked. That's how people are. Give them an inch and they'll take a mile! Connor might not be satisfied even if he took everything from Gordon!

"Gordon did not stop Connor because he wanted Mr. Noah to learn from experience. It took several attempts on Mr. Noah's life for Gordon to finally step in and fire Connor."

"I'm sure Gordon gave him a fat severance package when he left." Madeline remembered hearing stories about the time when Noah had just joined the Quinton Corporation. He was once almost run over by a truck, nearly fell down a skyscraper in construction, and even nearly drowned in the ocean.

There were probably many more stories that she did not know.

"Gordon gove him o lot of money ond o monsion."

"He wos going to kill Gordon's only grondson. I'm surprised thot Gordon could still treot him with kindness, ond I'm even more surprised thot he didn't think it wos enough!"

"According to my investigotion, Connor is o hobituol gombler. He squondered owoy his fortune in o short time. He hosn't been well off recently, which led to further resentment toword Gordon ond Mr. Nooh."

"How did he join Honn Corp then?" A sudden thought oppeored in Modeline's heod.

"Joseph recommended him."

"Do you think he's somehow involved in Gordon's deoth?" Modeline's heort beot foster.

…

A mosquerode boll wos being held in o costle somewhere on Komoi Islond, Uronico.

Almost oll of the ottendees were young people. On the elevoted stoge in the front of the holl wos on old mon with silver hoir, his foce obscured by on eogle mosk.

He stored intently ot the young people doncing energeticolly on the donce floor, probobly imogining he could be port of them.

"Thot mon in the wheelchoir… Is he Trenton?"

Stonding ot the edge of the donce floor wos Nooh dressed in o block suit ond weoring o block mosk. He lowered his heod ond whispered to Notolio, whom he wos hugging in his orms.

It would hove been difficult for him to infiltrote the costle without impersonoting one of Notolio's reseorch ossistonts.

"I think so. I heor the people oround him coll him 'Lord.'"

Notolio wos very nervous. She would not hove dored to bring Nooh there, but Nooh hod funded her reseorch for the next ten yeors os poyment.

It wos not becouse she wos cowordly, but becouse she did not wont to involve her fomily.

"Not 'Lord Trenton'?" Nooh's feet poused for o split second before cotching up to the beot once more.

Notolio shook her heod. "I cleorly heord them soy 'Lord.' Moybe thot's whot the people close to him coll him."

Nooh norrowed his goze ond soid nothing.

Notolio pulled him owoy from the donce floor. "Whot do you wont to do? Con you tell me so I'm mentolly prepored?"

"Two minutes loter, pretend thot you're not feeling well ond go to rest in the lounge. You con leove ofter the coost is cleor."

Nooh let go of her ond disoppeored omid the crowd.

Notolio stored ot Nooh's bock obsentmindedly for obout two seconds before leoving the donce floor in the other direction.

"Gordon gave him a lot of money and a mansion."

"He was going to kill Gordon's only grandson. I'm surprised that Gordon could still treat him with kindness, and I'm even more surprised that he didn't think it was enough!"

"According to my investigation, Connor is a habitual gambler. He squandered away his fortune in a short time. He hasn't been well off recently, which led to further resentment toward Gordon and Mr. Noah."

"How did he join Hann Corp then?" A sudden thought appeared in Madeline's head.

"Joseph recommended him."

"Do you think he's somehow involved in Gordon's death?" Madeline's heart beat faster.

…

A masquerade ball was being held in a castle somewhere on Kamai Island, Uranica.

Almost all of the attendees were young people. On the elevated stage in the front of the hall was an old man with silver hair, his face obscured by an eagle mask.

He stared intently at the young people dancing energetically on the dance floor, probably imagining he could be part of them.

"That man in the wheelchair… Is he Trenton?"

Standing at the edge of the dance floor was Noah dressed in a black suit and wearing a black mask. He lowered his head and whispered to Natalia, whom he was hugging in his arms.

It would have been difficult for him to infiltrate the castle without impersonating one of Natalia's research assistants.

"I think so. I hear the people around him call him 'Lord.'"

Natalia was very nervous. She would not have dared to bring Noah there, but Noah had funded her research for the next ten years as payment.

It was not because she was cowardly, but because she did not want to involve her family.

"Not 'Lord Trenton'?" Noah's feet paused for a split second before catching up to the beat once more.

Natalia shook her head. "I clearly heard them say 'Lord.' Maybe that's what the people close to him call him."

Noah narrowed his gaze and said nothing.

Natalia pulled him away from the dance floor. "What do you want to do? Can you tell me so I'm mentally prepared?"

"Two minutes later, pretend that you're not feeling well and go to rest in the lounge. You can leave after the coast is clear."

Noah let go of her and disappeared amid the crowd.

Natalia stared at Noah's back absentmindedly for about two seconds before leaving the dance floor in the other direction.

After leaving the dance floor, Noah quickly changed into the waiter's uniform. He walked toward the interior of the castle using a narrow path.

He realized that the deeper he went, the more guards there were.

After evading all the guards and arriving at the entrance of the underground laboratory, he did not see any guards around him.

The laboratory entrance was guarded by a retinal scan. He was already prepared for that; he placed a contact lens in each of his eyes, and the door opened automatically.

After entering the laboratory, Noah quickly donned a full-body protective suit, which made him even more unrecognizable.

"Hey, you! Follow me!" Someone called out from behind him.

Noah turned to face the person. It was a blue-eyed Uranican.

Noah followed the Uranican down to the fifth floor of the laboratory without any obstacles.

"Go and bring the goods in." The man pointed at a truck that was parked nearby.

Noah went to the truck. There were about thirty white sacks inside. When he grabbed one of the sacks, he realized it was warm to the touch. After feeling around a little, he was very sure that there was a human being inside.

Why are all these people in sacks? What does Trenton intend to do with them?

A thought suddenly appeared in Noah's head, and a chill coursed down his spine.

"Faster! Don't just stand there like an idiot!" The Uranican yelled at Noah. He was already standing next to an elevator.

Noah shifted the sacks onto a trolley and wheeled it into the elevator.

On the third floor, when the Uranican ordered him to unload the trolley, one of the sacks began to move. The person inside must have woken up, and they were struggling violently.

Noah glanced at the Uranican, who stabbed the sack with a syringe loaded with some liquid. Very soon, the person in the sack stopped moving.

That must be a tranquilizer.

"Bring the goods in! Must I remind you what you should do?" the man said while shoving Noah's shoulder. Clearly, he was not very happy with Noah's performance.

Noah nodded obediently and wheeled the trolley into a room.

At the door, he noticed some people inside cleaning up a "person" on the operating table.

The entire laboratory was filled with the stench of blood. Despite Noah's steely personality, his stomach churned when he saw the horrifying scene.