Aggresive Wife

Chapter 33

Noah watched as Madeline strutted into the lift in her stilettos. There was something sensual about her that left more to be desired.

He experienced a hitch in his breath.

By the time he got a grip on himself, Noah was met with Angie’s tearful eyes and discolored face. He peevishly furrowed his brows.

“Angie, what do you have to say for yourself about the charity dinner?”

“Noah, I don’t have a clear idea about the situation. I’m a victim too. You have to believe me!”

“Are you sure about that?”

“I can swear on the future of my family that I know nothing about it! One of my employees must have something to do with it. I know how much your grandfather means to you. I would never do such a thing!”

Angie appeared honest and convincing.

It was a pity…

“I’ll get Wayne to arrange your stay abroad. Don’t come back until the whole thing dies down.”

“My stay abroad? Noah, I don’t want to go abroad. We’re going to get married, and the travel will put a brake on our wedding. I don’t want to leave you. I want to stay by your side.”

With her tears filling to the brim, Angie cautiously tugged on Noah’s sleeve and pleaded.

“Angie, the wedding’s off.”

The weight of Noah’s callous words came down Angie like a ton of bricks.

She felt her world crumbling down.

“Why? We have been doing fine. I have always raised Colt like my own over the years. Who else in the world but me can treat him right? The whole world is against me, and now you won’t believe me too?”

Angie panicked.

The mention of Colt only made Noah upset.

Like her own, huh?

He did not believe a word coming out of her mouth.

“Do you think that I would come looking for you before getting my facts right on the charity dinner?

“I gave you a chance.”

With a scowl, Noah refused to give Angie any more time of day and took strides out of the ward.

Noah kept her by his side and trusted her for seven years. He would be lying if he said he was not disappointed.

He could not stand to be deceived!

Yet, Angie tried to fool him!

With Noah walking out on her, Angie gave chase in a fluster, but the bodyguards held her back.

“Noah! Please listen to my side of the story. I have my reasons!

“Noah!”

As Angie went into a state of hysteria, Wayne said, “Ms. Grant, I’d advise you to pack your things and go abroad. At least, Mr. Quincy will take care of the charity dinner scandal. It’ll only make things tougher than it already is if you decide to go against his wishes…”

“No. I won’t go. I won’t give up on Noah. I won’t!”

…

Madeline saw the text message from Thomas when she got into the lift. She let out a smile that spoke volumes.

Noah seemed to take quite a bit of interest in her.

She should pick up the pace before her cover was blown. Noah’s discovery of her identity would only throw a spanner in her works.

Still, Madeline secretly harbored curiosity.

She wondered how Noah would react when he was to find out that she was the Madeline Grant who died five years ago.

Madeline and Albert took the lift all the way to the basement parking. After getting into the car, Madeline tapped on Thomas’ chat and began typing.

[Madeline: Got it. Be careful at the Quincies’ residence.]

[Thomas: Take it easy, Mom. The two-timer stopped the grandma from coming to the house. She won’t be able to hurt me anymore.]

[Madeline: Did someone try to harm you? Are you hurt? Who’s the grandma you’re talking about?]

Madeline became a bundle of nerves, wishing she could give him a call right away if it did not entail blowing the kid’s cover and putting him in danger.

Staring at his mom’s question on the screen, Thomas was feeling embarrassed.

Drat! He let it slip. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

[Thomas: Don’t worry, Mom. I’m fine. Angie’s mother turned up out of nowhere and scared me, but the two-timer threw her out…]

Madeline looked at the mobile screen, spacing out on the words – “Angie’s mother”.

This was a woman she once called Mom.

It was a pity that no matter how hard she tried, Madeline could never earn the woman’s favor like Angie.

It was as though Madeline was not her daughter.

Yet now, the woman went to the Quincies’ residence to harm Madeline’s child? That was her grandson. How could the woman be so cruel?

Although Thomas made light of the situation, Madeline knew her son best. It took a lot to strike terror into her demon spawn.

Maybe Angie’s mother was willing to do just about anything to pave the way for Angie.

Madeline clutched her phone in her hand as her breathing grew heavy.

“Are you alright, Ms. Grant?”

Sensing something amiss, Albert asked and snapped Madeline out of her thoughts. She loosened her grip on her phone.

“I’m fine. You should head back. I need to make a pitstop.”

“Ms. Grant, you don’t look too good. Let me go with you.”

“It’s fine. Send Bruno the evidence of Angie’s misappropriation of funds. I should pay him a friendly reminder in light of the billion dollars.”

“Sure, Ms. Grant.”

…

In the dark of the night, Bruno finally got wise to the sticky situation surrounding the company’s project.

“Six hundred million dollars! Where did the fund disappear to?” Bruno slammed his hand on the table, enraged.

The seed money for the Shallow Bay development went missing to God knows where!

Wiping the sweaty palms on her lap without drawing any attention, Suzette spoke in a soft voice, “Did James Lowe run away with the money? Don’t fret too much over it. Don’t we have Mr. Quincy? Angie can get him to help us through this.”

Bruno passed on Suzette’s suggestion and coldly scoffed, “I know what kind of person James is. He’s too much of a coward to flee with that amount of money.

“I have a question. What’s up with Angie’s wedding dress?” By asking the question, Bruno was growing suspicious.

Suzette’s back stiffened, and her eyes turned flighty. Still, she tried to get her act together. “I’m not sure. Maybe Mr. Quincy gave it to her since they’re about to get married.”

The wrinkles deepened on Bruno’s grimace. “Angie has fallen from grace after the mishap at the charity dinner. I doubt she can still marry into the Quincy family now.

“Are you hiding something from me?” Bruno knew his wife well enough to catch on to her peculiar behavior. “I recall that you told me to give Angie four hundred million dollars.”