Aggresive Wife

Aggresive Wife Chapter 150

Aggresive Wife Chapter 150

“B-Bruno…” Suzette shyly backed away and scrambled for an opportunity to get up, but Bruno didn’t 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 didn’t seem that way at all!

Disgusting!

He was foaming at the mouth. Outraged, he sped off to Bruno’s 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.

“Who 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.

“F*cking *sshole, don’t let me catch you!” He cursed and then shut the door.

Before he could even return to his business, the knocks returned with a vengeance.

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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 couldn’t keep this man by her side any longer.

She hurriedly got up to find her phone and sent James a text.

“Was that you out the door, James? Your timing was perfect. Bruno almost got me. Thanks for saving me! I’ll be over at your place soon!”

James, meanwhile, was furiously wrecking everything in sight. Suzette’s text was what placated him.

“He didn’t manage to do anything to you?”

“He’s not in the mood anymore!”

“That’s good. You’re mine, Suzie. No one else is allowed to touch you!”

“I know. Make sure to hide so Bruno doesn’t find you.”

“Roger.”

“By the way, is there any news about Angie? Have you investigated that number?” 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.

“I’m investigating it. I’ll let you know if there are any updates.”

“You’re the only one I can rely on for this, James. Don’t let me down!”

“You can rest assured that I’ll do what I must. It’s getting late. Get some rest. I’ll be heading back now.” 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 Madeline’s 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 Noah’s care for her was all fabricated?

She straightened her dress and rang the doorbell.

“Mrs. Lowe? It’s so good to see you again. What are you doing here?” Elise had just arrived on her electric scooter and approached the woman intending to mess with her.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Suzette was here to exploit her daughter now that Madeline had returned!

Suzette’s face instantly darkened.

“Mrs. Lowe? You’ve got the wrong person.” She swept Elise a glance. There was no recognition in her eyes.

She wasn’t expecting the well-known designer of the high-end dress shop to show up in sportswear and ride a scooter!

“Huh? No, I remember you. You and your husband came by our storefront to pick out a gown. I even gave you a gift, Ma’am! Your husband is named James Lowe, right?” Elise enthusiastically helped Suzette jog her memory while reaching out to press the bell.

“Y-You’re the designer from that dress shop? Do I know you?” She finally remembered who the girl was but wasn’t keen on getting too involved with her.

“Oh, it’s our job to maintain a customer database. Are you also Madeline’s guest? You’re here to have dinner with us?”

“Us?”

“You’re also here to see Madeline?” 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. Wouldn’t her castle come crumbling down if Elise revealed her entanglements with her lover?

No, that can’t be allowed to happen.

“Something came up. Bye!” Suzette immediately fled.

Elise wasn’t allowing her prey to go free when the opportunity to fluster the woman showed itself. She grabbed the woman by her arm.

“You’re already here. You might as well stay. Open up, Madeline! Mrs. Lowe is here to see you!”

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.

“You’re being annoying! Let go of me!”

“You don’t have to be so formal, Mrs. Lowe. You’re Madeline’s guest and also my customer. I can’t neglect you. I’ll give you a 20 percent discount the next time you drop by my store!”

“Why would I ever go there again?!” Suzette had just about had it with her but she couldn’t 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 didn’t even have makeup on and was even more beautiful than Angie at first glance.

“You’re finally here, Madeline. What took you so long? Mrs. Lowe here was ready to leave!” Elise played up her importance as she made deliberate complaints.

“Mrs. Lowe? You remarried, Mrs. Grant?”