Abusive Wife

Chapter 296

Chapter 296 Scheming Suzette

Madeline’s cheeks reddened as she hurriedly backed away from the sofa. “I was just testing out…”

“What man would take that for a joke?” Noah turned around, despondent. The sight of him standing by the window walls made him seem forlorn. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

She felt guilty for his predicament. Her approach had been drastic. She had gone with stimulating his mind instead of his body.

Noah’s mind kept replaying the moment she leaned in to kiss him. The thought greatly excited him to the point his plot had nearly been laid bare.

“I’ll make you some food?”

Madeline tried to change the topic in a subtle attempt at trying to make it up to him.

He tried to settle his turbulent emotions before turning around to answer her, “Dylan ordered takeout. It should be here soon.”

In truth, he did want to eat her cooking, but Dylan was fussy when it came to his kitchen. The man had even threatened to expose his ploy to Madeline if they wreaked havoc in his kitchen.

Madeline was more than aware of what her cooking was like and didn’t force it.

“Uh, have you prepared your suit for the charity gala?”

“I thought my wife would’ve prepared something for me. You promised.”

Noah was well-versed in the art of acting. Even if Madeline came to realize it was all an act, she wouldn’t be able to resist the hopeful look in his eyes.

It was no exaggeration to say she would willingly pluck stars out of the sky if he asked for one.

“I left it in the car. I’ll go get it.” Her demeanor turned frosty.

Noah caught onto her changed demeanor. He knew her well. Pushing her too hard would only backfire on him.

He shook his head. “Have the servant go. You’ve had a busy morning. Take a break.”

“No need. I’m fine.” She sped out the door before he was able to reach for her.

She got into her car parked in the garage and made a call to Albert.

It was nice to finally have some quiet time. Noah hadn’t been quite himself recently.

“What’s the situation with the Hann family?”

“Brian’s wife scratched up Suzette’s face before she was kicked out of the home. James took her away.”

“James Lowe? Has he forgiven her?”

“James wasn’t treating Suzette very well but he did drive her to the hospital seeing as she was injured. I believe the two of them have reached some sort of agreement.”

The only thing that could possibly bring them together was something that would benefit them both.

Were they conspiring to weasel the Hann family’s riches away?

Bryan wasn’t the only son of the Hann family though. Even if Suzette ended up marrying Bryan, it’d be impossible to get her hands on their assets.

“Who has James recently been in contact with?”

“I’ve sent men out to shadow James. Nothing was reported as unusual besides him purchasing lottery tickets. After what happened last night, I had someone look into the owner of that lottery station and found out that he was one of Joseph Quincy’s men.”

“What is Joseph up to?” There had only ever been one person on Joseph’s radar—Noah.

What was he planning to have Suzette infiltrate the Hann family?

“Joseph has been helping Suzette, Ms. Madeline. I don’t think things are as simple as they seem.”

Madeline shared the sentiment. Both she and Noah had tried to kill Suzette but it was Joseph who saved her.

Even if she were a piece on Joseph’s board, she was nothing but a spent pawn at this point after everything that she had done. Why would he keep helping her?

“Follow Suzette and James. I want to know what they’re up to. What about Trenton?”

“Nothing so far but we discovered Mr. Quincy has also been looking into him. Trenton found out. He might make a move against him.”

She fell into deep thought. She’d been tracking Trenton down for years and he played along in their game of cat and mouse.

Noah, however, was a different story. Trenton was a stranger to him. Having a stranger looking into him… With his temperament, it was possible he wouldn’t give up until he crushed Noah underfoot.

Noah hadn’t paid Trenton too much mind during Suzette’s interrogation. She had assumed he didn’t care when he had gone investigating under her nose.

“Have Thirteen return.”

She hung up and remained in the car to sort out recent events but there was nothing useful she would parse out of the information she had.

It didn’t change how she had a hunch that an impending danger was looming on the horizon.

Trenton was coming closer.

Her phone suddenly rang. She didn’t know how to feel when she saw Noah’s name flash on the screen.

If it weren’t for her, Noah wouldn’t be entangled with Trenton.

“Did my wife forget about me? You’ve been gone for twenty minutes.”

“Can you say things that make sense, Mr. Quincy?”

“Lunch has arrived. Come, my wife. Have some food.”

She had no choice but to take his suit and head upstairs.

“Is my dear wife avoiding me? You don’t want to see me because I’m impotent?” Noah asked sultrily whilst blocking the doorway.

Madeline was in no mood to deal with his attempts. She simply patted his chest and said, “Don’t worry about it, Mr. Quincy. You’re still powerful even if you’re impotent.”

“Well, anything my wife says goes.” He pressed her down into a chair with a smile that lit up the room.

Her face reddened as she reached out for a spoon to eat her soup.

“You haven’t been back to the office in a while.”

“My wife is far more interesting than work.”

“Aren’t you afraid that something might go wrong with the corporation?” Concern that the Quinton Corporation would be wiped out arose with Trenton still out and about. Noah’s indolence also put her ill at ease.

The amusement in his eyes seemed to fade at that. Madeline had seemed different after she returned. He attempted to answer her in a carefree manner. “I’ve left everything to Lucas. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“You’re still the chairman of Quinton Corp. You can’t keep skipping out on work,” she reminded him seriously.

Go check on the business. Don’t come crying to me if it all comes crumbling down.

Wait, is Mr. Quincy someone who’d cry? Unlikely for Demon King Noah. But he’s been coming onto me and calling me his wife lately.

“Are you tired of me, my wife? You didn’t think much of me when I was well.” He looked hurt.

Of course, there’s no getting around the topic.

“Is your head filled with nothing but sh*t? Who cares if you can’t get it up? It’s not like you’re dead. You men do nothing but think with your third legs!” She slammed down her cutleries in fury.

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