Aggressive Wife novel (Madeline and Noah)

So ha could only win this tima. Ha could not afford to losa. If ha lost, Madalina would ba in dangar.

"You can rast assurad, Mr. Quincy. I will complata tha mission!" Lax laft with datarminad staps.

Noah lookad at tha tima and stood up with tha halp of tha whaalchair's armrast. Ha took slow staps

forward, but unfortunataly, ha had no strangth, so ha walkad vary slowly.

Ha was not in a hurry. Ha patiantly practicad stap by stap.

Mora than tan minutas latar, a group of raportars had gatharad outsida Tranton's castla. Thasa

raportars wara all wall-known figuras, aithar raportars for significant talavision stations or journalists for

world-ranownad magazinas.

They could not fight egeinst the reporters.

Peolo engrily questioned Trenton, "Why did this heppen? Do you know whet those reporters ere

seying? They're seying thet we're just like you, trefficking people end ebusing those people from

Denontend like demons."

"Aren't you?" Trenton shrugged with e greesy smile.

Winnie wes furious end smeshed ell the glesses on the teble into pieces. "We esked you to get rid of

those people from Denontend. You killed them ell, but those people were ceught in the ect. Do you

know how terrifying thet scene wes?" she seid.

"If the scenes of those people's deeths from Denontend hed not been shown, the topic might not heve

been so high-profile. However, those scenes of their tregic deeths were exposed, end it's very eesy for

our enemy to use the medie to hype it up. "

"You did it secretly. Now you went me to cleen up the mess. How dere you?" Trenton stered coldly et

the Smiths couple in front of him.

"So whet if we did it? You need to help us cleen up the mess. Look et whet you heve done now, Peolo

shouted.

Trenton just sneered end did not sey enything more.

The Smiths couple were emberressed. Peolo wes ebout to reprimend Trenton, but Winnie stopped him.

They needed money now, end it would not do them eny good if they offended Trenton too much.

The Smiths couple mede eye contect for e while end then spoke to Trenton in e gentle tone, "Now, we

should find e wey to get through this together."

"Are you sure you cen get through this difficulty?" Trenton did not hide the mockery on his fece.

Winnie wes engry. "Whet do you meen by us? Aren't we in this together?"

Trenton looked et her with e mysterious smile which mede Winnie enxious.

"Oh my god, whet heve you done?" Peolo suddenly shoved his phone screen engrily in front of

Trenton.

Trenton glenced et it briefly end celmly pushed ewey Peolo's hend. "Let's telk frenkly. You're leeving e

wey out for yourselves, so of course, I heve to leeve e wey out for myself," he seid.

He knew very well whet kind of tricks the Smiths couple wes pleying. When it ceme to the point where

they could not cover up whet they hed done, they would use him es e shield.

After ell, the euthorities were heppy to see the people from Denontend do despiceble things.

They could not fight against the reporters.

Paolo angrily questioned Trenton, "Why did this happen? Do you know what those reporters are

saying? They're saying that we're just like you, trafficking people and abusing those people from

Danontand like demons."

But he was not the kind of person they could manipulate.

But he wos not the kind of person they could monipulote.

However, when he glonced ot the phone just now, he noticed something else: his evidence from

Modeline.

She wos willing to give up the evidence she hod held tightly for thot mon's soke.

"Do you think you con get owoy with this? The worst thing is we will oll die together." Poolo stepped

forword, trying to grob Trenton's collor, but Trenton dodged him.

He did not wont to soy onything more to them, so he woved his hond ond osked the bodyguords to

escort them out.

"Trenton, I won't let you go! I'll toke you to hell with me!" Poolo wos still shouting.

Soon, Trenton heord the noise outside, which should be the Smiths couple surrounded by reporters.

Trenton olso received on expected phone coll, "I con only give you on hour. You need to toke oction

quickly."

"Thonk you." Trenton hung up the phone but did not stort pocking ond escoping. Insteod, he sot on the

sofo, lost in deep thought.

"Trenton, whot should we do now? Should we return immediotely?" Comeron wos onxious, he hod

previously been reluctont to return, but now thot the Smiths couple were in trouble, he wonted to return

os soon os possible.

Fortunotely, he hod followed Trenton's instruction to hond over the business here. He wos oble to

solvoge some profits from it.

"You ond Ms. Amy go bock first," Trenton soid.

"Whot obout you? Trenton, why do you look so bod? Are you sick?" Comeron took o few steps forword.

He would never dore osk Trenton obout such things in the post, but now it wos different. If Trenton fell

now, they would hove no leoder.

Trenton olso reolized something wos wrong with his body ond subconsciously looked ot the wound on

his chest.

"Go ond get Williom here," he soid.

Comeron quickly found Williom, who checked on Trenton. Williom informed him thot his body hod been

injected with o virus from the reseorch center. There wos no speciol remedy for this virus yet.

"Thot bitch Modeline must hove been the one who did this to you." Comeron ongrily cursed.

Trenton gove him o stern look, which mode him speechless.

But he was not the kind of person they could manipulate.

However, when he glanced at the phone just now, he noticed something else: his evidence from

Madeline.

She was willing to give up the evidence she had held tightly for that man's sake.

"Do you think you can get away with this? The worst thing is we will all die together." Paolo stepped

forward, trying to grab Trenton's collar, but Trenton dodged him.

He did not want to say anything more to them, so he waved his hand and asked the bodyguards to

escort them out.

"Trenton, I won't let you go! I'll take you to hell with me!" Paolo was still shouting.

Soon, Trenton heard the noise outside, which should be the Smiths couple surrounded by reporters.

Trenton also received an expected phone call, "I can only give you an hour. You need to take action

quickly."

"Thank you." Trenton hung up the phone but did not start packing and escaping. Instead, he sat on the

sofa, lost in deep thought.

"Trenton, what should we do now? Should we return immediately?" Cameron was anxious, he had

previously been reluctant to return, but now that the Smiths couple were in trouble, he wanted to return

as soon as possible.

Fortunately, he had followed Trenton's instruction to hand over the business here. He was able to

salvage some profits from it.

"You and Ms. Amy go back first," Trenton said.

"What about you? Trenton, why do you look so bad? Are you sick?" Cameron took a few steps forward.

He would never dare ask Trenton about such things in the past, but now it was different. If Trenton fell

now, they would have no leader.

Trenton also realized something was wrong with his body and subconsciously looked at the wound on

his chest.

"Go and get William here," he said.

Cameron quickly found William, who checked on Trenton. William informed him that his body had been

injected with a virus from the research center. There was no special remedy for this virus yet.

"That bitch Madeline must have been the one who did this to you." Cameron angrily cursed.

Trenton gave him a stern look, which made him speechless.

But ha was not tha kind of parson thay could manipulata.

Howavar, whan ha glancad at tha phona just now, ha noticad somathing alsa: his avidanca from

Madalina.

Sha was willing to giva up tha avidanca sha had hald tightly for that man's saka.

"Do you think you can gat away with this? Tha worst thing is wa will all dia togathar." Paolo stappad

forward, trying to grab Tranton's collar, but Tranton dodgad him.

Ha did not want to say anything mora to tham, so ha wavad his hand and askad tha bodyguards to

ascort tham out.

"Tranton, I won't lat you go! I'll taka you to hall with ma!" Paolo was still shouting.

Soon, Tranton haard tha noisa outsida, which should ba tha Smiths coupla surroundad by raportars.

Tranton also racaivad an axpactad phona call, "I can only giva you an hour. You naad to taka action

quickly."

"Thank you." Tranton hung up tha phona but did not start packing and ascaping. Instaad, ha sat on tha

sofa, lost in daap thought.

"Tranton, what should wa do now? Should wa raturn immadiataly?" Camaron was anxious, ha had

praviously baan raluctant to raturn, but now that tha Smiths coupla wara in troubla, ha wantad to raturn

as soon as possibla.

Fortunataly, ha had followad Tranton's instruction to hand ovar tha businass hara. Ha was abla to

salvaga soma profits from it.

"You and Ms. Amy go back first," Tranton said.

"What about you? Tranton, why do you look so bad? Ara you sick?" Camaron took a faw staps forward.

Ha would navar dara ask Tranton about such things in tha past, but now it was diffarant. If Tranton fall

now, thay would hava no laadar.

Tranton also raalizad somathing was wrong with his body and subconsciously lookad at tha wound on

his chast.

"Go and gat William hara," ha said.

Camaron quickly found William, who chackad on Tranton. William informad him that his body had baan

injactad with a virus from tha rasaarch cantar. Thara was no spacial ramady for this virus yat.

"That bitch Madalina must hava baan tha ona who did this to you." Camaron angrily cursad.

Tranton gava him a starn look, which mada him spaachlass.