Aggresive Wife

Chapter 100

Aggresive Wife Chapter 100

Madeline lamented in dismal as despair ate away her sanity.

“Cool your head, Ms. Grant. The person who can identify the killer might not be around anymore, but the killer is still out there.”

The realization then hit Madeline.

That was right. The killer was still alive.

Madeline could reveal the truth herself if no one was there to identify her.

…

Noah left Maple Forest villa and headed to Quinton Corporation.

Only, he could not shake off the image of Madeline’s tear. Noah felt unrest the whole day.

He felt waves of uneasiness rushing over him, and the mere act of breathing was giving him a heartache.

It was hard for Noah to imagine the hurt and pain Madeline went through in their marriage.

Noah was lost in his thoughts that he did not realize that Dylan was right before his eyes.

“What’s on your mind, Noah? You can’t even see me. Am I invisible to you? Oh, that makes me so sad!”

“What are you doing here?” Interrupted in his thoughts, Noah was feeling worse than before.

“What am I doing here? I came to redress your wound. I told you to come to me, but you refused. I didn’t want to hear about inflammation in the middle of the night. I’m not getting any younger, so the midnight wake-ups will kill me…”

Dylan said while putting the medical kit on the nearby coffee table.

Noah wanted to refuse, but Dylan had a point. Hence, Noah approached a sofa and took a seat.

As though resigning to his fact, Noah let Dylan redress his wound.

“Noah, don’t make that face as if I’m taking advantage of you. You’re making me blush.” Dylan made a bashful look while holding a gauze against his face.

Noah was tempted to give one to Dylan.

“Get lost!”

“Gee, that’s quite a temper. You sound lively. I guess you’re on the mend.”

“You sure have a lot to say today, Dylan. Can you shut up?” Noah was not in a good mood to listen to the guy yak.

Seeing that Noah was grouchy, Dylan did not waste time on small talk and nimbly took care of his redressing.

Noah’s injury was deep and suffered a secondary impact too. Noah was only able to move around freely thanks to his willpower and fitness level.

Anybody else in the same position would be put on bed rest without the doctor’s orders.

Nevertheless, Noah might be in good shape, but his body could not take continuous blows. He should take time off to rest. Their laboratory had found success in a drug that could patch up an injury in three

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Dylan came all the way to Noah, postponing dates because the former was worried about Noah.

Once the simple procedure was done, Dylan grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge without asking and tossed Noah one.

“I’m a patient, and yet you’re giving me a drink? Did you forget that you’re a doctor?”

“Oh, so you know you’re a patient, huh? You look so glum. I thought you’d rather not get better.”

Dylan’s mouthy remark earned him a can thrown in his direction.

Playing the victim, Dylan caught the can, held it against his chest, and tumbled and rolled on the floor. “I’m hurt, Noah. Ow…”

Veins were popping out of Noah’s head as Dylan had his moment as a drama queen.

In desperation, Noah stood up and hunched down to help Dylan up.

“Come on. I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Alright!”

…

Although it was close to dawn, it was still quite a bustle in Enchanteur Bar.

Angie had a little too much to drink. She kept her balance by holding against the door frame of the bar entrance as she stumbled her way out of there.

Jerry was wasted, barely able to keep his plump physique straight. He put his weight on Angie’s tiny frame as the pair staggered along. On their way out, Angie tripped over the door sill and nearly caused both to fall.

Amid the daze, Jerry was startled and gave the person next to him a slap. “Watch where you’re going. I’ll make you pay if you make me fall.”

“I’m sorry. It was my fault. I didn’t keep my feet…” Despite the fury stirring inside, Angie patiently put up an act.

Jerry, who was still disoriented, was filled with remorse when he got a good look at the person beside him. He immediately pulled Angie close and sweet-talked her.

“I forgot you were holding me, darling. My bad. Don’t take it to heart. The slap must hurt a lot. Let me make you feel better.”

Jerry’s meaty hand felt up Angie’s body.

He was feeling her up and down out in the open without her consent.

The embarrassment and anger overwhelmed Angie as she cursed the fat man in her head.

“You’re drunk, Jerry. I’ll hold you up. Don’t fall… Um… I wonder if you remember promising to pour money into Grand Corporation…”

Angie was not going to give Jerry a free pass, especially after what she had gone through. It was best to seal the deal while he was wasted.

“No problem. How much do you want? Fill in whatever number you want.” The alcohol had drained away the last of Jerry’s lucidness.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and tapped multiple times to unlock his phone finally.

Jerry then fiddled on his mobile screen for a while before throwing the phone to Angie.

The mobile screen was showing a bank’s fund transfer page.

Angie was over the moon.

She immediately filled in her bank account details in the payee column.

As for the amount, Angie sounded the airhead out in case the latter might go back on his decision.

“Jerry, my family’s finances are in hot water now. I need at least three hundred million to save the family business, so…”

“That’s fine! It’s only three hundred million dollars. No biggie.” By now, Angie had helped Jerry to sit down on the steps outside the bar.

She had planned to get the money while having a conscious mind before taking the airhead home.

“Really? You’re so good to me, Jerry.”

A hundred million was enough to get the Grant family out from being in the red. Angie added two hundred million dollars in the number for herself. She was surprised Jerry was okay with it!

It was the best news ever.

Angie happily keyed in three hundred million dollars.

The payment page came next, but a password or facial recognition was required to proceed.

Alas, Jerry went out like a light.

Out of options, Angie pried open Jerry’s eyelids and completed the facial recognition.

The transaction of the fund transfer was loading…

Angie envisioned her glorious return as a socialite in Imperia.

The excitement sobered her up.

The page quickly refreshed.

‘Sorry, you have insufficient funds to complete the transaction.’

Angie stared at the statement, feeling on the verge of blowing up.