Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

attracted five of the hostesses, who happily entertained him the entire night in the club

and at the hotel room he had booked there.

Previously, when he was still on the philanthropic committee, Asher had some form of

income, at least. Now that he was unemployed, however, he had outgoing expenses but

no money coming in, so even if he went out, he could not even afford to pay for a drink for

one of the hostesses.

Today, though, he had managed to find a way around that, even if it was illegal. He felt he

deserved to enjoy himself for once.

The hostesses entertained him until 8 o'clock the next morning. As a result, he did not see

the message that Tony sent him until he awoke later in the messy hotel room.

By now, the video of him pissing on Angie was all over social media.

He clicked on the video first and laughed with glee as he saw himself humiliating Angie so

thoroughly. Tony wasn't bad with a camera at all; he had chosen an angle that made Asher

look great.

Amid his glee, he noticed that Tony had left him a voice message. Initially, he thought that

Tony was congratulating him and was in an excellent mood when he started listening to it.

However, by the time he finished the message, he was shocked into being fully sober.

"Crap! That d*mned Tony, he's gotten me into deep sh*t now!" Asher snarled as he almost

fell out of bed in his hurry to get up. Snatching his clothes from the floor, he pulled them

on as fast as he could and fled out the door, not even bothering to put on his shoes.

The minute he stepped outside, however, someone sent him back through the door with a

hard kick.

"Who the h*ll are you?" Asher flailed and fell backward, his rotund body landing squarely

on the floor. In pain, he grabbed at his chest and started yelling angrily at the unwelcome

newcomer. When he finally recognized the other person, he shrank back slightly. "Mr.

Hudson! Why are you here so early in the morning?"

Asher struggled to his feet and bowed his head obsequiously, plastering a smile onto his

face.

"There's no need to be in such a rush, Mr. Walter. Mr. Quincy sent me here to ask you

where Angie Grant is."

"Huh? How would I know where Ms. Angie Grant is? I think you've got the wrong person,

Mr. Hudson." Asher kept his head low, denying everything.

By now, Angie was most likely dead. He couldn't locate her for Noah even if he tried. If he

managed a plausible denial, he was sure that Wayne would not do anything to him. After

all, the man was just Noah's employee.

"It looks like it might have slipped your mind, Mr. Walter, given you're so busy with so

many important matters. Never mind. Let me help jog your memory." Wayne gestured,

and one of the bodyguards standing behind him immediately stepped forward with a

phone. On it was the video from last night.

The bodyguard grabbed Asher and pried his eyes open wide, shoving the video in his face

and playing it.

Asher was in so much pain from being manhandled that he could not help but beg for

mercy. "I remember now, I do! I…I pulled a cruel prank on her, but after that, I left! I really

don't know where Angie is now!" He fell to the ground, rolling in agony as he felt his

injured eye sockets. He felt as if his eyeballs would fall out at any moment, they hurt so

much!

"You don't know? It looks like your memory is really faulty, Mr. Walter. I think we're going

to have to take you down memory lane in earnest before you can remember properly.

Well, let's not waste time then. Let's go!"

"Yes, sir!"

As soon as Wayne gave his orders, the bodyguards behind him immediately surged

forward and yanked Asher to his feet, preparing to drag him out the door.

Asher was so terrified he planted his plump body firmly on the ground and refused to

move, grabbing at the doorframe with one hand for support. The slamming door nearly

sent him sprawling.

"Mr. Hudson, I swear, I've told you everything I know! That's the truth! I'm not lying!"

Wayne ignored his pleas, and the bodyguards continued dragging him out.

The nightclub was deserted at this time of the morning, and Asher's wails of distress

echoed through the empty corridors.

When he saw that the bodyguards were about to drag him into the lift, Asher's resolve

completely crumbled. "Angie…Angie fell down the cliff! I swear I had nothing to do with it,

the rope wasn't secure enough, and she fell down the cliff!"

"You're saying Angie Grant is dead?" Wayne turned and scrutinized Asher's expression

intently.

"She fell from so high up! I doubt she's alive! It's not that I didn't want to save her, but I

can't swim, and the cliff was so high…even if she was Helen of Troy, there wasn't anything

I could do, right?" Asher felt very satisfied with the two excuses he had concocted on the

spur of the moment and continued lying with a straight face.

"Send him to the police station!"

"What? Mr. Hudson, I've already told you everything I know! Why are you taking me to the

police? I'm already in such a sorry state; please let me off!" Asher pleaded, collapsing onto

his knees and sobbing up a storm.

Unfortunately, Wayne wasn't buying it.

"Mr. Quincy's orders were that he wants to see her if she's alive, and if she's dead, he

wants to see the body. Once you're at the police station, the authorities will naturally do

everything they can to retrieve Ms. Grant's body. As for you, once you're in the hands of

the police, you know exactly what to disclose and what not to disclose. Are we clear?"

"I…" Asher's indignation knew no bounds. He was about to plead for mercy again, but the

moment he caught sight of Wayne's steely, ferocious gaze, he was terrified into silence.

"You've messed with someone that Mr. Quincy wants to see. It's up to you whether we

shut your mouth permanently right now or whether you go to the police and continue your

miserable existence. Your choice, Mr. Walter."

"N-no, no! I don't want to die! I won't say anything I shouldn't! Take me to the police now!"

Asher's priorities became blindingly clear in a split second. Immediately he got to his feet

and let the bodyguards hustle him off to the police station.