Aggressive wife novel (Madeline and Noah) novel Chapter 82

Aggresive Wife Chapter 82

Angie thought luck was finally in her favor after snagging herself the cash cow so quickly. There would be no need for her to continue to stew in the pigsty.

The old man’s answer, however, extinguished the hope ignited within her.

He squandered his riches like dirt. He was bold and frank.

After all, he was just an upstart who happened to make a fortune but he was hollow inside.

He wasn’t even close to being an ant when compared to Noah.

This man couldn’t even be compared to that pig, Jerry. At least the Lowe family was a proper gentry.

“You can use those to coax the younger ones. They mean nothing to me. Where’s your sincerity?”

Angie swept her newly permed curls aside and took the opportunity to get out of the arms of the lecherous old man.

The old man could immediately tell that she was going to ask for an unjustly large amount and no longer intended to spoil her. He took on a dour expression.

“Haha, sincerity? Who do you think you are? You’re just a good little b*tch. There are countless girls here. You’re not worth anything. If it weren’t for your youth or beauty, I wouldn’t even bother with you.”

The old man whose face was flushed red from drinking mocked and sarcastically cursed at her. It was only after he had his fun that he walked away with another two girls in his embrace.

“Huh! Bastard! Who do you think you are? You’re talking out of your *ss!”

“If it wasn’t for that slut Madeline getting in my way, you wouldn’t even be worthy of carrying my shoes!”

“I’m going to have this dilapidated clubhouse demolished once I turn the tables!”

Angie had believed that she could have the place bow to her whims with her beauty and figure.

To think that even a dirt-cheap idiot would mock her with reckless abandon.

She was so indignant that she was convinced her breast implants were going to explode and stood in the booth cursing and yelling.

Her appearance had become exactly that of a shrew found in the markets…

Maple Forest Villa. Living room.

Noah stared absently at the shut bedroom door for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were now bloodshot with a trace of grief.

He always slept peacefully with Madeline by his side.

He had believed he would have himself a few days of proper sleep only for his own son to destroy all expectations.

After the two left, the esteemed Noah Quincy was left sitting on the couch downing one glass of wine after another. He quickly emptied several bottles but there continued to be no sound coming from the room.

What’s worse, he waited from dusk to midnight with no signs of fatigue.

Daddy is going to remember this, Colton!

He couldn’t help but harshly berate his son as he watched the pitch-black night sky outside the window.

It was discourteous to argue with a five-year-old child so he could only make a mental note of it.

He maintained his composure on the surface…

In the early hours of the next day, Madeline and Thomas, who had been hiding out in the room, were finally willing to come outside. They left the bedroom hand-in-hand.

In all honesty, however, neither of them had wanted to show themselves.

It was just that there was no food in the home and both of them were starving.

That was what forced them to come outside.

“Mommy! Go back inside and hide! I’ll take care of breakfast and the rations for the next few days!”

The heavy, paneled door opened and Thomas’s head poked out.

He scanned his surroundings, like an infrared scanner.

That was when he found his scumbag dad had persevered and was lying on the couch.

He hurriedly turned and pushed Madeline into the room. His movements were cautious for fear that he would accidentally wake Noah up and his mother would be stuck between a rock and a hard place again.

He was highly vigilant against his father.

Madeline was at a loss for words. “It’s okay. Let Mommy out. We can’t stay in forever. It’s boring to keep staying in.”