Aggresive Wife

Aggresive Wife Chapter 195

Chapter 195

Madeline watched Albert make his way to the back door of the bar before looking away. She pulled out her phone to hack into the bar’s surveillance. It was a good thing she could track him down the moment Joseph showed his face.

The bar in the dark of the night was filled with deafening heavy metal music and overcrowding patrons.

Although Madeline was inside the bar, it was not like she could scour the entire site with the naked eye.

She figured out a way to work around it on her way here.

While taking out her phone, her gaze swept past the bracelet around her wrist.

Madeline got a warm tingle inside.

The bracelet seemed to be the upgraded version of the one Dylan made.

The details were a lot more exquisite.

Noah must have put it on her while she was taking a nap.

Dylan was one to trust when it came to gadgets. Hence why it did not cross Madeline’s mind to remove it when she noticed the accessory around her wrist.

Although Madeline believed she had a clean bill of health, it was nice to be in someone’s thoughts for a change.

While Madeline’s mind wandered, a notification popped up on her mobile screen.

Thomas?

The brat should be knee-deep in mobile games at this hour. Why was the sudden contact?

She gave the kids something to do before leaving the house, so they would stay put at home.

Oh, Madeline also put Dylan in charge of the house. He was the nanny…

Although confused, Madeline quit the surveillance for now and tapped on WhatsApp.

Thomas wrote, “Mommy! Mommy! Are you going out on a date with Daddy again?

“Why didn’t you take me? Am I not your favorite anymore?”

There were two blue ticks to Thomas’ message. However, Madeline had no intention of replying.

Since the brat was only whining, Madeline was ready to return to checking the surveillance video.

Thomas wrote again, “I have the photos to prove it. Don’t play dumb, Mommy.”

The boy then sent a cropped screenshot of a GPS map in the chat.

There were two red dots in proximity on the map, probably less than 35 feet from one another…

Madeline was surprised.

Was Noah here too?

Madeline lifted her gaze and looked around the room.

It was hard to see anything in the dimly lit bar if the distance was not close enough.

Madeline turned her attention back to the chat with Thomas.

She was back online.

Madeline penned, “Can you share with me your daddy’s GPS location, Thomas?”

Thomas replied, “Huh? Aren’t you together?”

Madeline responded, “There are too many people around. I lost your daddy.”

Thomas shared the GPS location.

However, Thomas trusted his wits as a five-year-old that his mother was lying. Alas, he had no proof.

Thomas wrote, “Mommy, are you stalking him because he went out for some fun without taking you along?”

Through the mobile screen, Madeline could sense Thomas’ eagerness to pry into her business.

Pretending not to see the message, Madeline tapped on the link and got onto the GPS tracking page to find the blinking red dot.

Meanwhile, Noah, alongside Wayne, arrived at the VIP lounge on the second floor of Enchanteur Bar.

“We have reserved a private room, Mr. Quincy. Mr. Joseph is stuck in traffic, but he’ll be right here.” The server had been waiting at the door. Seeing that Noah had arrived, the server immediately drew close.

“Sure. Lead the way.”

“Alright. Please come with me.”

The server remained attentive and respectful as he led Noah and Wayne all the way to room V2188.

He opened the door and beckoned the group to enter. The server was even so kind as to adjust the temperature in the room.

The server did not stay long though. He checked on the group briefly before taking off.

The room was decorated with a touch of class. Noah approached the sofa for a seat, practicing more patience than usual.

Sitting on the sofa, Noah stared at his mobile screen with a smile.

Wayne, who waited beside Noah, was dying with curiosity.

Mr. Quincy was in such a good mood today even though tardiness and waiting on others were his pet peeve.

The man was unbothered and simply smiled foolishly at his phone. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Something was not right!

“Sir, did something good happen?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“I can almost hear you laugh. It’s quite so.”

“I just realized someone is following me.”

“Huh? Who has the nerve to?”

Dumbstruck at first, Wayne soon tensed up.

Had something gotten into Mr. Quincy? Why was he happy being followed?

“It’s my wife. Look at this red dot. That’s her.” Noah showed off his phone and pointed at the red symbol labeled “My Wife”.

“Erm… Hahaha. So it’s Mrs. Quincy.” Wayne wished the earth could swallow him up as a whole.

Wayne should have known that nothing could make Mr. Quincy smile except for when his wife stalked him.

He had inadvertently insulted Mrs. Quincy moments ago. Luckily, Mr. Quincy did not mind it.

“Do you think the ingrate’s following me because she’s worried that I’m here at the bar?”

Noah dwelled in a fantasy.

He had checked the data on the bracelet and realized Madeline was awake from her afternoon nap. Since then, Noah wondered if Madeline would think of him and send him a message or something.

It was a pity the ingrate paid him no mind the whole afternoon.

“Maybe. You’re injured. Mrs. Quincy must be concerned since you shouldn’t be drinking.” Sucking up to his boss, Wayne echoed his thoughts in an attempt at self-preservation.

“So she’s only concerned about my health?” Noah fell into contemplation as his gaze fell on the nearby red dot.

Here he was, thinking that the ingrate was upset that he was out scr*wing around.

“Um…”

“Never mind. You won’t get it. You don’t have a wife.”

It came as a blow to Wayne because he had been single all his life.

Noah stared at the red dot that was hanging out in the area. Worried that Madeline might be lost, he decided to get up and look for her.

“Wait here for Joseph. I’ll be right back.”

“Huh? I don’t think that’s a good idea, sir. I should go with you. Anything can happen in the bar, and you’re injured…”

“It’s fine. Wait here.”

Noah firmly refused and rose to his feet to leave the room.

With Wayne left behind in the room, he could not feel settled. After much hesitation, Wayne made up his mind to check outside.

Before he could get to the door, the door swung open, and in walked a few femme fatales.

The perfume on them was smothering, leaving his mind blank.

“Oh, where are you going, Mr. Quincy? Are you unhappy that we came late?”

“Come, Mr. Quincy. We’ll drink with you.”

“Don’t be shy. Come on. Come on.”

“Yeah, Mr. Quincy. You should have some fun now that you’re here.”

The brief moment of daze caused Wayne to be dragged back into the room by these heavily scented ladies.