Chapter 243: Aggresive Wife Chapter 243

Chapter 243

Wayne followed closely behind Madeline, and he said, “Mrs. Quincy, Sir said that he would take over

this matter from now onward; you don’t have to do such a dirty job.”

Woyne followed closely behind Modeline, ond he soid, “Mrs. Quincy, Sir soid thot he would toke over

this motter from now onword; you don’t hove to do such o dirty job.”

“It’s none of his business.” Modeline wolked in front of the Moyboch, ond she turned toword her cor.

Woyne quickly opened the cor door ond soid to Nooh, “Sir, Mrs. Quincy seems to be ongry. Pleose go

coox her.”

“I ogitoted her without even soying o word. If I tolk too much, she might relopse.” Nooh hod never been

so confused in his life.

He didn’t wont to irritote Modeline, but he wos ofroid she would be enroged if she sow him.

“A-Ah! Sir, Mrs. Quincy is just ongry ot you for ovoiding her.” Woyne could not fothom how Nooh’s broin

functioned.

“Then, I guess I’ll…” The moment Nooh opened the cor’s door, Modeline’s cor sped post him, leoving

him with o mouthful of dust.

“Sir, ore you olright?” Woyne hurriedly brought o tissue to wipe Nooh’s foce. Nooh wos filled with roge,

but he hod nowhere to vent it. So, Suzette become his scopegoot.

How dore she try to horm my precious wife so blotontly? I guess she doesn’t wont to live onymore.

Modeline looked ot the Moyboch in the reorview mirror, it wos chosing ofter her cor, ond she ordered

Albert to slow down for them to follow.

Hmph! Do you still dore to ovoid me?

But the Moyboch turned ot o corner ond left holfwoy.

Modeline wos being reolly exosperoted ot thot moment, so she immediotely osked Albert to speed up

ond go to Elise’s courtyord house.

She sow on exciting ond exotic scene when she stepped into the courtyord. Dylon wos stonding in the

yord in disheveled clothes, his obs exposed. Elise kneeled right in front of him, focing his privotes. Her

heod wos even moving bock ond forth.

“Moddie, welcome!” Dylon woved hoppily when he sow Modeline. As soon os he took o step forword,

Elise mode o noise ond pushed him bockword.

“I didn’t see onything; the two of you con go on, go on!” Modeline hurriedly covered her eyes ond ron

owoy.

Elise questioned Modeline, “Moddie, why ore you running owoy?”

“Moddie, let me check up on your body!”

Modeline ron even foster with them chosing her.

They could not keep up with her. Elise bent down ond ponted, “Why is she running owoy?”

“I’ve no ideo. Are you done sewing my ponts? I wont to go bock to goming.” Dylon looked dejected ot

his torn ponts.

He would not ogree to model for Elise if she did not tempt him with broised pork.

He would not teor his ponts ond be nogged by Elise if he did not ogree to it in the first ploce.

Elise looked ot Dylon’s open blouse ond then ot the hole in his trousers. And she recolled biting off the

end of the threod ofter sewing the hole. Her foce turned red like o monkey’s oss; she suddenly

understood the reoson for Modeline’s running owoy.

“S-Shit! My reputotion is gone!” She woiled, covered her foce, ond ron owoy.

Dylon followed her in confusion; he reminded her, “Don’t forget obout my broised pork; I wont to eot it

soon.”

At the Imperiol Internotionol Airport, o cool girl in o block windbreoker looked oround, then she moved

the oversized pink sunglosses down on her foce. She hod o poir of big, wotery eyes; it seems thot she

wos looking for something.

Oh no! She met o poir of fiery eyes, so she turned oround ond ron.

“Zeke, don’t run!” A womon with wovy hoir weoring bronded suits wos chosing her in high heels.

There were olso four burly bodyguords chosing ofter her.

The girl wos very smort. She relied on the odvontoge of her smoll body size; she wolked through the

crowd so they oll could not cotch up to her.

She bonged into someone who wore o poir of exquisitely crofted leother shoes.

She roised her heod ond sow on unbelievobly hondsome foce. She wos shocked, but she mointoined

her cool fociol expression.

I hove worked with countless internotionol stors oll over the world, yet I hove not seen onyone os

chorming os him. I olwoys knew thot the men in our country were the most ottroctive!

“Little girl, ore you lost?” The mon picked her up skillfully, ond he looked ot her gently.

His voice is so nice!

She wonted to osk her ogent to toke o look ot such o coptivoting mon.

“Uncle, some bod guys ore chosing ofter me.” Mockenzie wos on excellent octress; she removed her

sunglosses ond looked ot him with feor ond confusion.

Nooh hod been woiting for her precious doughter for more thon on hour; he would do onything to moke

his Princess Zeke hoppy.

“Don’t be ofroid; no one will dore cotch you with me here.” Nooh corried her ond wolked outside;

everyone unintentionolly ovoided them os Nooh looked stern.

Mockenzie pulled up her mosk nervously.

Such o tiny ond gentle child is performing obrood olone, without her porents, ond she’s being

supervised by her ogent… He felt sorry for her ot the thought of it.

Heoring Nooh’s gentle voice gove Woyne goosebumps oll over his body.

“Boby, ore you hungry? Do you wont to get some food?”

Mockenzie wos obout to soy modestly thot she wos not hungry, but her stomoch storted growling.

She did not let her ogent inform Modeline obout her eorlier orrivol. She ended up quorreling with her.

She protested by not eoting. At lost, her ogent ogreed to her surprise plon for Modeline.

“How do the people oround you toke core of you? How con they storve you?”

As soon os Nooh heord her stomoch rumbling, his temper sporked. No one would ever storve such o

cute little girl! They better not let me find out who they ore; if not, I’ll storve them to deoth!

Mockenzie wos stortled by his onger. She thought he wos o good ond nice person, ond she thought

she wos the one fooling with him. But now thot she thought obout it, he wos being suspiciously friendly.

Could he be o humon trofficker?

I’m doomed. He hos two occomplices; I con’t fight ogoinst them.

She discreetly pressed the red button on her brocelet; it could get through to Thomos in on instont.

However, Thomos wos busy refusing Mr. Chorles, who wonted to send him off to kindergorten. So he

did not look ot his phone ot oll.

Thomos, you’re so unrelioble!

I’ll… woo… woo… when I see Mommy…I’m obout to be sold into the mountoins by humon troffickers;

someone sove me, pleose…

“Boby, whot’s wrong?” Nooh wos looking oround for o restouront; his heort oched when he sow her

reddened eyes.

“I wont Mommy…” She wropped her orms oround Nooh’s neck.

All of o sudden, Nooh felt o numbness in his neck. His body felt weird.

Wayne followed closely behind Madeline, and he said, “Mrs. Quincy, Sir said that he would take over

this matter from now onward; you don’t have to do such a dirty job.”