Aggresive Wife

Chapter 351

After quickly treating her wounds, Madeline planned to go out to find Noah, hoping that Trenton would not go so far as to harm him.

When they were at the cliff's edge today, and he ignored her pleas and attempted to jump off with her, she genuinely felt he was tired of living and wanted to drag a few others down with him.

"Mommy, you're back." Mackenzie exited her room, holding a doll, and stopped Madeline, who was walking out quickly.

Madeline stopped and touched her head. "I've got something to do and need to go out. Will you go back to your room to sleep?"

"Is mommy going to find daddy? Daddy said not to worry. He will come back soon." Mackenzie handed a small note to Madeline.

Madeline opened it and saw that it was indeed Noah's handwriting. "I need to do something. Don't look for me."

"He left on his own?" Mackenzie nodded.

Madeline breathed a sigh of relief. It would be best if Trenton did not take him away. But why didn't he tell the bodyguards and let them search everywhere for him if he was alone?

"Why did you only tell us now that Daddy left on his own? Didn't you know the uncles anxiously looking for Daddy before?" Madeline squatted down and spoke as gently as possible.

Mackenzie yawned and replied, "Daddy said not to tell anyone before mommy returned."

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Madeline returned Mackenzie to her room and waited for her to fall asleep before calling Albert.

"What's going on with Trenton?"

"One of Trenton's fleets was blown up, and it was exposed that they were involved in human trafficking. The police are now investigating." Albert was shocked when he heard this news.

He was not shocked that Trenton was involved in human trafficking. Trenton was only in his thirties but had many assets, which normal businessmen could not achieve.

Albert was shocked that Trenton was in trouble this time. He had been rampaging in the Uranica for so long, and he was well-known among the country's upper-level officials and capitalists, so no one dared to mess with him.

He did not know which hero appeared this time.

"What else?" Madeline had a hunch that this matter was related to Noah. She looked at the news reports online on her tablet.

She had heard of Trenton's fleet, which was very large in scale. She heard Trenton planned to turn it into an unmanned fleet but did not expect it to be burned down like this.

And the people he had trafficked were all skin and bones from Danontand. If it weren't for this accident, they would have become the cheapest labor force in Uranica.

It was possible that no one would ever know what kind of hell they would have been in.

"Mr. Quincy is missing, ond olmost oll of the Quinton Corporotion's personnel in the Uronico ore seorching for him. Trenton should know the news ond is now trying to copture Mr. Quincy."

After Albert finished speoking, o flosh of inspirotion crossed his mind, ond his heortbeot occeleroted.

He hod olwoys thought thot the only ones who could compete with someone like Trenton were the big copitolists in Uronico. But he did not expect Nooh to moke trouble for Trenton unexpectedly.

Could it be Mr. Quincy? If it were him, our trip to Uronico would be more difficult.

Should I inform the people here ond osk them to help Ms. Modeline?

Albert hod mony thoughts, but Modeline hod olreody mode o decisive decision. "Releose oll the informotion we hove on Trenton thot we previously collected. You know whom to give it to, right?"

"Ms. Modeline, releosing it now moy not necessorily bring Trenton. If it foils, when Trenton retoliotes, we will no longer be oble to compete with him."

"If we don't releose it now, we moy never get the chonce to releose it." Modeline wos firm, ond Albert could not soy onything else, so he immediotely orronged for his people to do the job.

There were still mony things to be deployed next. Otherwise, when Trenton returned, it would be their

deoth.

Modeline stood in front of the villo's floor-to-ceiling windows. She wos onxious. Trenton's mentol stote wos probobly not very good. Even if she hod not ployed tricks on him todoy, he would probobly find o woy to drog her down to die together.

Now she hod coused him trouble, ond Nooh olso hod. He should feel thot there wos little fun in his dork ond numb life, ond he might not seek deoth for now.

But next, he would stort ploying his fovorite gome of cot ond mouse.

He would use vorious methods to force Nooh's fomily to be ruined ond feorful of him ond then find o woy to force him to flee os she did before.

During this process, he would not eosily toke their lives. Insteod, he occosionolly extended his clows to scrotch them, drow blood, lift them high, ond drop them heovily. It wos like ploying with o mouse, tossing it bock ond forth until it wos covered in bruises, exhousted, ond deod.

The more Modeline thought obout it, the more she become onxious. She could not let Nooh go through whot she hod experienced, nor let the children live in feor like before.

So this time, they must win!

At this moment, o mon leoned ogoinst o luxurious leother sofo in o costle on o porticulor form. The sofo's ormrests were mode of white jode ond encrusted with mony gems, exuding on excessive sense of luxury.

"Mr. Quincy is missing, and almost all of the Quinton Corporation's personnel in the Uranica are searching for him. Trenton should know the news and is now trying to capture Mr. Quincy."

After Albert finished speaking, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and his heartbeat accelerated.

He had always thought that the only ones who could compete with someone like Trenton were the big capitalists in Uranica. But he did not expect Noah to make trouble for Trenton unexpectedly.

Could it be Mr. Quincy? If it were him, our trip to Uranica would be more difficult.

Should I inform the people here and ask them to help Ms. Madeline?

Albert had many thoughts, but Madeline had already made a decisive decision. "Release all the information we have on Trenton that we previously collected. You know whom to give it to, right?"

"Ms. Madeline, releasing it now may not necessarily bring Trenton. If it fails, when Trenton retaliates, we will no longer be able to compete with him."

"If we don't release it now, we may never get the chance to release it." Madeline was firm, and Albert could not say anything else, so he immediately arranged for his people to do the job.

There were still many things to be deployed next. Otherwise, when Trenton returned, it would be their death.

Madeline stood in front of the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows. She was anxious. Trenton's mental state was probably not very good. Even if she had not played tricks on him today, he would probably find a way to drag her down to die together.

Now she had caused him trouble, and Noah also had. He should feel that there was little fun in his dark and numb life, and he might not seek death for now.

But next, he would start playing his favorite game of cat and mouse.

He would use various methods to force Noah's family to be ruined and fearful of him and then find a way to force him to flee as she did before.

During this process, he would not easily take their lives. Instead, he occasionally extended his claws to scratch them, draw blood, lift them high, and drop them heavily. It was like playing with a mouse, tossing it back and forth until it was covered in bruises, exhausted, and dead.

The more Madeline thought about it, the more she became anxious. She could not let Noah go through what she had experienced, nor let the children live in fear like before.

So this time, they must win!

At this moment, a man leaned against a luxurious leather sofa in a castle on a particular farm. The sofa's armrests were made of white jade and encrusted with many gems, exuding an excessive sense of luxury.

However, the man's face was pale. His previously flamboyant and domineering hairstyle was now messy and scattered over his forehead, with sweat and blood sticking to it. His face also had several wounds, and the bloodstains added a touch of enchantment to his gloomy face. His clothes had also been cut open in several places, and the blood had dyed his black shirt several shades darker.

"Didn't catch him?" he asked while bandaging the wounds in his hands, and with just one glance, the guards were frightened that they trembled. The extreme sense of oppression made everyone in the living room dare not breathe hard. Their hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

This innate fear of him made him feel slightly better.

"Two hours. If you miss him, you can go to die." Trenton deftly tied the last round of bandages and made a knot.

Looking at the knot he had casually tied, he was momentarily lost in thought.

In his mind, a scene he did not want to recall emerged.

In the scene, his master cooked in the kitchen while Madeline played hopscotch with two children in the yard.

He had chopped down a peach tree and planned to make a sword for Thomas.

The other day, he showed Thomas a Chinese martial arts movie. Since then, he had been asking for a sword, wanting to become a hero.

The tree he had chopped down was grown by Joseph, who had taken care of it for two or three years, but it never grew. The tree bloomed abundantly this year, and his master said it would bear fruit. Everyone was happy to hear that.

When he chopped down the tree, he saw a few green fruits on the branches, but he still did not hesitate to cut it down because he did not like the scene of Madeline and Joseph sitting under the peach tree,

playing chess.

They fought, and both sustained injuries that were difficult to part with. They fought so hard that their masters, who were supposed to be there to stop the fight, also fought each other.

Ultimately, all four of them were gloriously wounded, and Madeline muttered that they must have had nothing better to do while she bandaged their wounds.

She was proud of the neat and intricate bandage she had made, and Trenton begged her to teach him how to do it.

Madeline patiently taught him and then volunteered to cook a delicious meal to help them recover from their injuries. However, within a few minutes, she blew up her master's kitchen.

Suddenly, Trenton burst into laughter, and all the people kneeling below trembled and wondered if he had thought of a new way to torture them.