Abusive Wife

Chapter 99

The night was quiet deep into the night, but it was quite the buzz in Enchanteur Bar

Decked out in a black mini skirt, killer stilettos, and sultry smokey eye makeup, Angie strutted through the heavy metal music to the private lounge that Jerry reserved.

It was room 2808 on the second floor.

Standing before the door, Angie was about to reach out and push the door open when a familiar voice from inside stopped her.

“You violated the bro code for sleeping with my woman, Sam. You better apologize to Angie when she arrives later or else you can forget us being bros.”

“Do you really believe what that woman.

said, Jer? She showed up at my place, trying to get in my pants. She’s just biting back because she can’t be Mrs. Hann. I would caution you to think twice before getting together with a woman like her.”

Sam nerved himself to give his bro the heads-up.

The party making headlines the other day was really a pain in his neck.

His failure to keep it inside his pants was to be blamed, and it led to Angie getting her way. Otherwise, Sam would have picked a suitable partner for a marriage alliance by now instead of having to face his mother’s daily nagging.

As if Sam did not have it bad enough, Jerry took Angie’s side too.

“What are you talking about? You manipulated Angie. Who would show interest in you when I’m in the room?”

For Sam to speak ill about Angie, Jerry was not having it.

Angie was riding high with emotions as she eavesdropped at the door.

Talk about a small world. Was Sam an

idiot? How could he call Sam here too?

It was a good thing that Jerry did not appear to take Jerry’s word at it. Otherwise, that was it for her.

Godd*mn it!

“Jer, I really…”

Angie was about to pull herself together and enter the room when Jerry jumped in.

“Alright already. You’ll get your turn once I’m bored with her.”

The shattering of her remaining pride rang in her ear.

That b*stard, Jerry!

The rage overtook Angie.

How could there be such a man without

shame in the world?

Loosening her grip on the doorknob, Angie turned on her heel to leave. Alas, with Madeline in mind, Angie made up her mind to pretend she heard nothing and stepped into the room.

Teasing cheers ensued in the room.

Since Jerry was not going to treat her with respect, there was no reason Angie should not bleed him dry before kicking

him aside.

Not too far away, a man with golden- framed glasses, sitting in a fancy semi- circle booth, watched Angie’s hesitation and determination at the room

entrance. A wicked smile ran across the man’s prominent jawline.

He looked like the devil himself!

With Angie going into the private lounge, the man got onto his feet with the support of his cane. He adjusted his glasses and took strides out of the bar.

A black Rolls Royce had been waiting in the alley outside the bar.

“Sir, Mr. Jeffords has signed the papers.”

Fred, the assistant, immediately went up to the man and held his suit jacket

before opening the door to the Rolls Royce.

“Oh? The old coot relented?”

“He doesn’t have a choice since his only son is in our hands.” Taking a humble stance, Fred answered with a straight face.

“Good. I’ve been away from Imperia long enough. Do you think my cousin will enjoy the gift I have prepared for him?” Joseph spun the ring on his ring finger. His brown eyes were icy.

“Mr. Noah has made quite a name for himself in the last few years, but not for good reasons, so the regular gifts would not be good enough. Still, I’m sure Mr. Noah will be caught off guard by your gift.”

“Not for good reasons, huh? Well, it’s

time for someone else to take over his reign of terror.”

Madeline ended the call with Elise, got up, and went out by car.

She arrived at a warehouse in the outskirts half an hour later.

Inside the warehouse, a man was tied to a chair and put under the spotlight. His head was hung low, and he showed no signs of life.

Several round ceramic chips were stuck to his head and set up with airwaves. Sitting behind the testing equipment, Albert earnestly put the data in writing.

Albert turned his head to the sounds of footsteps.

Madeline wore a white athletic outfit today, looking alive and full of sunshine.

She looked every bit like an enchanting and vibrant young lady!

Albert’s eyes lit up. It took a while for him to take his eyes away from her. Feeling embarrassed, he put his head down.

“Ms. Grant.”

“What’s the progress?” Oblivious to Albert’s abashed emotion, Madeline was fixated on the killer.

It was hard to ignore the man since he went for her life, not once, not twice, but multiple times.

“The people from Lone Wolf are professionals for sure, but it’s a good thing we got the latest technology. I got

a name from when he was under hypnosis, but…”

“Is there a problem with the name?” The complicated look on Albert’s face sparked Madeline’s interest.

“It’s Joseph Quincy.”

Madeline’s heart sank at the mention of

the name.

So it was him?

Was he not dead three years ago?

Madeline was puzzled but more so terrified.

The man was the source of her fears.

“Are you alright, Ms. Grant?”

“I’m fine. Get to the bottom of this. We

can expect trouble if Joseph is still alive.” With a grimacing look, Madeline lamented.

“I will get some clarity on it. Should we make our way back as soonest possible if Joseph returns to Imperia? He’s not the easiest person to deal with.”

“Yes. We need to get out of here quickly once we find out the truth.” Madeline made a call.

The experience came back to haunt Madeline as she looked at the bound assassin with a drooping head.

If Joseph was really back, the multiple assassinating attempts were probably just the starters.

She could not sit around and do nothing about it.

“Alright, Ms. Grant. But our investigation shows that Felix’s granddaughter has been living abroad. She has returned to the country… to attend Felix’s funeral.”

“What? Felix’s funeral?! He’s dead?!” Emotions were running high by the bombshell dropped.

Felix was the only person who knew the truth. How could he possibly be dead?

Madeline looked at Albert in disbelief. Her eyes turned bloodshot.

“Take it easy, Ms. Grant.” Seeing that Madeline was not in a good place, Albert threw his notebook aside and grabbed her a bottle of water.

Madeline gulped down the drink until she was able to drink most of her

agitation away.

Her mind was clear now.

“What do we do now, Albert? The truth is gone along with Felix’s passing.”

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