Aggressive wife novel (Madeline and Noah) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

“Ms. Angie, have you forgotten me already? I sacrificed a hand for you, you know! I was so sad about that too!” Asher blocked Angie’s way with his remaining hand, staring fixedly at her with a mixture of derision and anger.

His accusing gaze made Angie feel cold all over.

“Asher Walter, is it? Evidently, you want to lose your other hand as well, don’t you?”

“Bitch, please. You have some nerve, talking all high and mighty like that; you’re nothing underneath all your fancy trappings. Do you really think you’re still a princess on a throne? Nonsense! Grab her, boys. Today I’m going to get some payback for that missing hand of mine!”

Asher’s eyes kindled with pleasure at the thought of finally being able to exact his revenge. He gestured, and several men grabbed hold of Angie, holding her fast.

“What are you doing? Let go of me! Let me go!” Angie had never dreamed that she would encounter an enemy upon going out today and was thrown into a panic.

She still wanted to marry into the Quincy family; she could not afford to lose a hand! That was unthinkable!

Frightened, she struggled furiously, but Asher’s men held onto her firmly and dragged her toward the back of the bar.

“Where are you taking me? Let go of me now! Help!” Angie shrieked, dropping her dignity entirely. However, all the onlookers were watching the drama unfold with great entertainment; none of them cared about her fate. Even those who had previously championed her as Imperia’s charitable princess merely watched, smirking with derision as she was hauled off.

At this point, Angie was overcome with terror. She could not allow herself to be ruined by these worthless bastards!

Just as she was about to be dragged to the back door of the bar, she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure. Immediately she screamed, “Madeline!”

Madeline had only just stepped into the bar with Albert when she heard someone shrieking her name. She turned to see who it was, only to discover that it was Angie.

How serendipitous!

“What’s going on, Ms. Angie? Have you inadvertently offended someone?” Madeline walked over to where Angie was with a faint smile that could charm the birds off the trees.

“Madeline, help me please! I’ll owe you a favor if you do!” Angie pleaded, her eyes never leaving Madeline’s face. She knew she was embarrassing herself, but this woman, whom she detested so much, was her only hope of escaping this horrible situation!

“Ms. Madeline, this is a personal grudge we need to settle between ourselves. I’m asking you, please, don’t get involved.” Before Madeline could reply to Angie, Asher spoke up.

Madeline dropped her gaze to the stump of Asher’s missing hand. With a sigh of regret, she murmured, “Ms. Angie, I’m very sorry, but Mr. Walter’s not under the jurisdiction of the Charity Association any longer. I’m afraid I can’t help you!” She gave Angie an embarrassed, awkward look.

Asher took this as permission to proceed and pulled Angie toward the back door.

“Y…you’re both in cahoots? Madeline, you’ll pay for this!” Angie’s shrieks echoed through the bar, as jarring to the ear as an off-key instrument.

Madeline’s expression darkened immediately. She took a step forward and rested her hand on Angie’s shoulder for a moment. “Angie Grant, you’re as stupid as ever. Have you forgotten my name is also Madeline? You stole that other Madeline’s husband and children. You even caused her death. Do you really think she’d lift a finger to save you?”

“You…you’re Madeline?” Angie’s world immediately turned upside down! What on earth did Madeline mean by those cryptic words?

Was she actually her sister, Madeline Grant?

That Madeline had been dead for ages; what was this woman talking about? How could her sister Madeline come back from the dead? It was impossible!

Madeline paid no further heed to Angie, despite Asher’s men dragging her out the back door of the bar. “Keep an eye on things. Don’t let them kill her; we still have unfinished business between us!” She instructed Albert quietly, watching the back door swing shut.