Chapter 150 âB-Bruno...â Suzette shyly backed away and scrambled for an opportunity to get up, but Bruno didnât hesitate to press her back down against the sofa.
He pounced on her regardless of her protests.
Bruno had been impotent for a good while, but now that their days were changing for the better, his body came alive. It was perfect timing for his wife to test out his virility.
He tossed her phone to the floor and in the process, accidentally stepped on it and dialed James.
James thought that Suzette was calling to coax him further, but what he heard was two people having intercourse as soon as the call went through, angering him.
Impotent? He didnât seem that way at all!
Disgusting!
He was foaming at the mouth. Outraged, he sped off to Brunoâs apartment and hammered against the door.
Bruno, meanwhile, was having the time of his life when he was startled by the furious banging against his door.
âWho the f*ck is knocking at my door in the middle of the night?:
He questioned aloud. When there was no response, he tried to continue only for another knock to sound. Bruno was now more than a little annoyed. He covered his shame with his towel and went to answer the door, only to find no one outside.
âF*cking *sshole, donât let me catch you!â He cursed and then shut the door.
Before he could even return to his business, the knocks returned with a vengeance.
He completely lost his need to whet his appetite and returned to shower at that.
Suzette thought the knocks to be odd, but the feelings were quickly replaced by her guilty conscience and fear that James would barge in and confront Bruno head-on.
Moreover, the incident also opened her eyes to how James was especially unmanageable.
She couldnât keep this man by her side any longer.
She hurriedly got up to find her phone and sent James a text.
âWas that you out the door, James? Your timing was perfect. Bruno almost got me. Thanks for saving me! Iâll be over at your place soon!â
James, meanwhile, was furiously wrecking everything in sight. Suzetteâs text was what placated him.
âHe didnât manage to do anything to you?â
âHeâs not in the mood anymore!â
âThatâs good. Youâre mine, Suzie. No one else is allowed to touch you!â
âI know. Make sure to hide so Bruno doesnât find you.â
âRoger.â
âBy the way, is there any news about Angie? Have you investigated that number?â That was the question that she so desperately wanted an answer to.
James would be of no more use to her once her daughter was found.
âIâm investigating it. Iâll let you know if there are any updates.â
âYouâre the only one I can rely on for this, James. Donât let me down!â
âYou can rest assured that Iâll do what I must. Itâs getting late. Get some rest. Iâll be heading back now.â James finally stopped pestering Suzette to accompany him and checked out of the service apartment to return to his mansion.
Satisfied, Suzette put away her phone.
Seeing that it was still early and she had no intention of getting into anything with Bruno, she got dressed and drove to Madelineâs place.
The Maple Forest Villa? Why did it sound so familiar? Had Angie brought it up before?
To think the foolish girl, Madeline would live outside the Quincy home despite having her status acknowledged.
Did that mean Noahâs care for her was all fabricated?
She straightened her dress and rang the doorbell.
âMrs. Lowe? Itâs so good to see you again. What are you doing here?â Elise had just arrived on her electric scooter and approached the woman intending to mess with her.
It didnât take a genius to figure out that Suzette was here to exploit her daughter now that Madeline had returned!
Suzetteâs face instantly darkened.
âMrs. Lowe? Youâve got the wrong person.â She swept Elise a glance. There was no recognition in her eyes.
She wasnât expecting the well-known designer of the high-end dress shop to show up in sportswear and ride a scooter!
âHuh? No, I remember you. You and your husband came by our storefront to pick out a gown. I even gave you a gift, Maâam!
Your husband is named James Lowe, right?â Elise enthusiastically helped Suzette jog her memory while reaching out to press the bell.
âY-Youâre the designer from that dress shop? Do I know you?â She finally remembered who the girl was but wasnât keen on getting too involved with her.
âOh, itâs our job to maintain a customer database. Are you also Madelineâs guest? Youâre here to have dinner with us?â
âUs?â
âYouâre also here to see Madeline?â That was a bombshell and a half.
Damn it! How can there be something so coincidental?
This designer knew about her relationship with James and was also here for her daughter. Wouldnât her castle come crumbling down if Elise revealed her entanglements with her lover?
No, that canât be allowed to happen.
âSomething came up. Bye!â Suzette immediately fled.
Elise wasnât allowing her prey to go free when the opportunity to fluster the woman showed itself. She grabbed the woman by her arm.
âYouâre already here. You might as well stay. Open up, Madeline! Mrs. Lowe is here to see you!â
Elise rang the doorbell and shouted at the top of her lungs.
Suzette wanted nothing more than to strangle the girl who kept referring to her as Mrs. Lowe.
âYouâre being annoying! Let go of me!â
âYou donât have to be so formal, Mrs. Lowe. Youâre Madelineâs guest and also my customer. I canât neglect you. Iâll give you a 20 percent discount the next time you drop by my store!â
âWhy would I ever go there again?!â Suzette had just about had it with her but she couldnât break free of her hold either.
The door opened while the two were tussling.
Madeline walked out.
Jealousy arose within Suzette at the sight of her not-daughter looking even more beautiful than she had been a few years ago.
The stupid girl had played the disappearing act and came back more charming than ever. It was clear she didnât even have makeup on and was even more beautiful than Angie at first glance.
âYouâre finally here, Madeline. What took you so long? Mrs. Lowe here was ready to leave!â Elise played up her importance as she made deliberate complaints.
âMrs. Lowe? You remarried, Mrs. Grant?â
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