Chapter 15 Social Circles Are Messy The more she acted out, the more displeased he seemed. His towering figure loomed over her. âLet me ask you one more time.
Who are you? Think before you answer!â
Madeline pursed her lips. âI am Madeline Grant, didnât you already have me investigated, Mr. Quincy? Itâs just a pity that Iâm not your ex-wife.â
There was a silent rage in his eyes. âYou should count your lucky stars that you arenât the real Madeline!â
âWhy?â
âI wonât allow you to live a second longer if you were Madeline Grant!â
âIt seems you have a deep resentment toward your ex-wife. Am I her substitute? Youâre dumping all your frustrations on me? But hate is born out of love. Am I right to say that you loved her very much?â
âHah, love? She doesnât deserve it.â
Noah was quick to retort as if he had heard a joke.
She knew the answer deep down, but Madeline was still hurt to hear it five years later.
Thatâs right. I donât deserve it.
She obviously didnât care anymore, but why was she still trying? Why did she still feel hurt?
Was it reluctance?
No, she wasnât going to allow the person who killed her grandfather to go free!
The only reason she returned to Imperia was for her child, to avenge her grandfather, and to clear her name!
It had nothing to do with the man before her!
A man like him wasnât worth her affection!
Whatâs more, Colton Quincy was here. She couldnât let him find out about the child!
The glint in Madelineâs eyes darkened with every thought.
She immediately tried to send him away!
âIâm not going to interfere with your familyâs affairs, Mr. Quincy. If you have nothing more to say, please see yourself out. I want to rest.â
Madeline hadnât honored him with another look as she turned to go upstairs.
Noah, however, wasnât going to let her off the hook.
âHold it!â
The manâs voice was faint, cold, and almost ghost-like in its quality.
âWhat is it, Mr. Quincy?â
Madeline tried to suppress her chaotic musings before she turned back to him. Her aloof expression betrayed nothing.
âYou took the cemeteryâs surveillance footage. What are you trying to do?â
âHuh?â
âThe cemeteryâs surveillance was damaged. There were even additional protections in place. And, the person who took the footage was you! You say you have nothing to do with my sonâs disappearance. What are you trying to achieve?!â
Noah pressed forward, ever oppressive. The lightning outside the windows only served to dramatize it all.
Madeline raised a brow at that. Her poised posture added to her charm. âAre you saying I destroyed the cemeteryâs surveillance cameras, Mr.Quincy?â
âObviously!â
He continued to advance on her until he had her pinned against the wall!
He forced her to look up at him to see right through her!
Madeline didnât flinch. Her slender digits instead brushed against his chin. âWhy donât you tell me what you think Iâm trying to do, Mr. Quincy?â
âYou swear you have nothing to do with my sonâs disappearance?â
Colt was safely returned but the matter was far too bizarre.
The disappearance of the surveillance footage, Colt suddenly being able to speak, and the mysterious doctor who helped him.
They were all a mystery!
Madelineâs eyes were cold. She was quick to turn the tables. âYou were the one who suspected me of kidnapping your son. I certainly wouldnât just let it go when I hadnât done anything! I made a copy of the surveillance footage, but it was for proof that I hadnât done what I was being accused of. Itâs a pity that the footage was destroyed. There was nothing to see!â
âNow youâre suspecting me based on some destroyed footage. I havenât even come to you for your previous accusations and here you are questioning me again?!â
Noahâs visage only darkened as the woman spilled her grievances.
He hadnât expected her to be so sharp-tongued!
How dare you question me?!
He roughly grabbed her by her waist and was just about to unleash hell on her when her hand pressed against his lips. âYou donât know how to treat a woman do you, Mr. Quincy? Shouldnât you be the one to compensate me?!â
Noah felt a surge of anger rushing over him!
He was annoyed as he wrenched himself away from her as if she were carrying a plague. How dare she seduce me again?!
What a vixen!
Could this woman be doing all this to lure me in? Was this her purpose?!
âIâm warning you. Stop being delusional. Iâm not interested in you!â
Madeline knew that he hated being touched by women that werenât Angie. She wanted to provoke and disgust him so heâd leave her alone!
The atmosphere in the living room dropped several degrees within seconds.
Madeline was coming up with more ways to rid herself of the man when an odd song began to play. âBaby is calling for Papa.
Pick up! Iâm your cutest baby!â
Noah could hear it coming from him and reached for his phone vibrating in his pocket.
It was his ringtone!
He stared wordlessly at his phone with an inexplicable expression.
It was Colton. He was different ever since heâd been found and had become much livelier. This ringtone, however...
âPfft!â Madeline found herself unable to hold back her laughter.
âYour ringtone is pretty original, Mr. Quincy!â
Madeline continued to laugh mercilessly as she gave him a thumbs-up.
Thatâs right. That thumbs-up was directed at her son, Thomas Grant. Well done, brat!
Noah gave Madeline a dark look, then turned around and pressed the answer button.
âItâs raining, Daddy. Iâm scared. Please come home.â
Noah wanted to refuse, but in the end, he was worried about his son and disappeared into the pouring rain with his men in tow.
Madeline watched him leave and finally relaxed!
She breathed a long sigh of relief and was just about to go upstairs to change when she noticed a small figure hanging around outside her French window.
Startled, she hurried over and opened the French window.
Sure enough, outside the door, Thomas was there with his school bag in a small raincoat. He was in a bizarre position picking at the door and attempting to break the lock.
âHey, Mommy!â
Thomas had been caught. He fiddled with the buttons of his raincoat. He was all smiles as he stared up at Madeline.
He had thought to visit his mother while he was in the area but didnât expect to have been caught so quickly. He shouldâve added an invisibility function to his coat. It was a miscalculation on his part.
âWhat are you doing here in the storm, Thomas?â
Madeline picked him up into her arms.
She was relieved to see that not even a strand of hair on him was wet.
She then went ahead to heat some milk up for him.
âI followed the scumbag here! How about it, Mommy? Wasnât my heroic call timely?â
âYes, it was. I expected nothing less from my son! You said you followed Noah here. How did you know where heâd be?â
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