Aggressive wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

Chapter 46

"What happened, Ms. Madeline?" Albert couldn't help but inquire when he noticed Madeline lost in thought.

"I'm not sure yet. Was anything caught on camera by the villa's surveillance?"

"Someone changed the data in the villa's surveillance system on purpose, most likely because they didn't want us to find you." Albert's face darkened further as he spoke.

He attempted to restore the data on the surveillance system, but securities had been added to secure the data, and he couldn't resolve the issue for the time being.

"Give me the video. You should all go back and rest. I'm fine."

"How about you let Andy give you a full body check, Ms. Madeline?"

"Yes, boss. This time, I think Albert is right," Andy echoed.

"No need. You two should rest first. I still have things to do in the afternoon. I'm going to bed to rest some more," Madeline said, subconsciously covering her mouth and yawning. She stood up and went upstairs before the two could say anything else.

Back in the room, Madeline unlocked her phone; there was a message from Thomas on it.

Thomas texted, "I had no idea I was allergic to ginger, Mommy. It's truly unique!"

Another text message from Thomas stated, "Mommy! Mommy! Why don't you care about your precious son? That big scumbag must have caught you!"

Thomas immediately followed up with a worried and indignant selfie of himself.

After changing, Madeline read the messages one after the other while lying down on the chaise lounge.

When she noticed that brat began to express himself using emojis, she swallowed the lump in her throat.

Her son's intellect was not comparable to that of typical children.

She tapped her phone to activate the on-screen keyboard and began typing quickly.

Madeline replied, "Of course, I care about my precious son. Just now, I unintentionally dozed off. Are you still feeling sick?"

Thomas responded within seconds. "No, that pesky doctor is quite capable. He had me cured in no time. I'm feeling great right now. I even ate several small egg tarts made by Mr. Charles all at once." Madeline texted, "Eat less of it. Watch out for tooth decay."

Thomas responded, "I read it but don't know how to respond. I propose that Mommy change the subject."

Madeline's text to him read, "..."

Thomas texted back, "Oh, yes. Mommy, that big scumbag didn't seem to return last night. Is it possible he went and bothered you again?"

When Thomas informed Madeline of that information, she was shocked.

That seemed to confirm her lingering doubts that she had seen Noah in the morning.

She felt she was missing something, but she couldn't figure out what it was, which irritated her.

After a brief conversation with Thomas, she took out her laptop and began repairing the tampered surveillance video.

Shortly after it was compromised, a series of protective measures were added to the video, revealing how suspicious it was.

What had happened in those three minutes?

Curiosity drove Madeline to speed up the bypass process so she could quickly get past the security.

Her fingers tapped deftly on the keyboard, and soon, the video began to enter the analysis program, and the analysis progress counted down ninety-nine percent...

Madeline decided to wash her face after seeing the computer program run automatically. A phone call unexpectedly interrupted her.

The call was from Albert.

"Ms. Madeline, I discovered the wolf-head tattoo. It is the totem of the Lone Wolf, a foreign assassin organization."

"Oh? That's fascinating. Someone hired an international assassin to assassinate me?" Although she had several theories about her attacker's identity, Madeline was still shocked when her suspicions were confirmed that he was a professional assassin.

Her enemy appeared to have forked out a lot of money for this!

"This assassin organization known as Lone Wolf had never missed a target. I believe they are difficult to deal with. Do you want to report to headquarters and request backup?"

"Don't alert Master unless you have reliable information. More precautions should be taken, and we should ascertain his benefactor as soon as possible."

"Ms. Madeline, the Lone Wolf's skill should not be underestimated. It will be too dangerous if there is no reinforcement!" Albert felt a little uneasy.

"Then invite Thirteen over. Keep the others in the dark."

"Okay, Ms. Madeline."

Angie changed out of her princess gown and wore an ordinary emerald-colored dress with floral prints at Fifth Ring Road, Hundred Acre Garden, in a small old western-style building. Her face was pale, and she resembled a sick beauty.

She sat dazed in the living room, swiping her phone as if she'd lost her soul.

The news of her fraudulent donation had gone viral, and no one was paying attention to the other minor news.

It wasn't because someone came forward to help her cover it up but because a larger scandal broke out.

The Quincy family announced the news at eight o'clock this morning, confirming that she had made a fraudulent donation and clarifying that the news that Noah was about to marry Angie in the previous interview was fabricated by the media.

The Quincy family would also sue each person who spread false information individually.

The "Charitable Black Widow Abandoned by Noah Quincy" trending topic appeared on Facebook shortly after.

It remained among the top trending topics and quickly climbed to the top of the list, with the word "hot" bolded in red at the end.

The world seemed to have fallen apart for Angie.

She was no longer popular because of the fraudulent donation, and the Quincy family's declaration crushed her!

There was also someone who had obtained her naked photos. When she was young and naive, she had taken those pictures. She had no idea when that person would publicize those photos and deal her the fatal blow.

Angie was in a panic.

She began to tremble while holding the phone as if the entire world was cold.

How could this be?

She was only one step away from becoming Mrs. Quincy. How did she suddenly become detested by all like a street rat?

Why?

It must be because of that woman!

Ever since she met that woman, everything had gone wrong for her. All kinds of bad luck came her way.

She must have caused her bad fortune. Everything would be back on track as soon as she got rid of her.

Angie had many thoughts before arriving at a completely irrational conclusion.

She grabbed her phone and dashed upstairs without her shoes on, pushing the door to Suzette's room open. "Mom, help me kill..."

Angie dashed in, but she nearly puked when she saw the scene in front of her.

A man lay on Suzette's body, his back to her.

The air was thick with the stench of garbage.

Angie appeared to have been severely humiliated. She yelled and covered her face as she ran downstairs.

Her entire worldview of her mother had been shattered!

She was frantically probing, on the verge of rage and devastation. Her foot became unsteady as she ran downstairs and nearly fell down the stairs.

Suzette was the one who caught her in time to save her from disaster.

"Why are you yelling? If you want to live a good life, just calm down!"