Aggressive Wife

Chapter 16

Madeline sat beside her son and helped groom his soft hair.

Thomas's downy head of hair was so fluffy!

"Um…"

"Thomas, I gave you a tracker. Did you plant it on Noah?"

"Hehe, you really are the smartest mom in the world!" Thomas tried to flatter her while drinking his chocolate milk.

"Give me your phone. Now!"

Madeline's expression suddenly grew severe. She took his cell phone and cut off the signal source of the tracker. Nimble fingers typed in a series of codes until the red button of the tracker restarted with a beep. It was only then that she stopped.

"Are you worried they'll counterattack me, Ma?"

"You're not completely stupid at least. The counterattack is one thing. What's more concerning is that they might track the traces you leave behind. Tell me what would happen if Noah finds both you and his prized son, Colton Quincy, together…?"

"I'll be exposed! You're a genius, Mom! But you seem to have connected the tracker elsewhere. Who did you target?"

Thomas gave his mother a look of adoration.

Madeline couldn't help but twitch when she studied his excited expression.

"Damn punk! Now that you're back, I'll arrange for a chopper to take you back first thing in the morning. Sleep early tonight…"

Madeline grabbed the child as she spoke.

Of course, Thomas would refuse and avoid her with deft steps. "No way! I haven't even given the scumbag a hard time yet! I won't leave! I'm staying to fight alongside you, Mom!"

He ran circles around the couch while he continued to bargain.

"You'll be doing me a huge favor if Noah doesn't find you!" Madeline kept chasing after her son to no avail. How can this brat be this hard to catch?!

Thomas watched as his mother chased him, hot on his tail. She wasn't giving up in the slightest and thus could only try his best to persuade her and allowed himself to be caught.

"You're too impulsive, Mom! You must have a lot of things to do here. If the scumbag finds out that his precious child is missing, he's definitely coming after you again.

"It'll affect your career. Even if you won't consider yourself, you should consider my little brother who's still in the hospital! I guarantee that he won't find out until he gets better!"

The brat clung tightly to her. She wanted to pick him up but he remained stuck like a limpet. There was nothing she could do!

His words also made a great amount of sense. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Noah currently had no idea that she had abducted his son. He came pestering her when something felt off. If he were to find out, it would be difficult to implement her plan.

It was indeed a difficult situation.

"I'm right, aren't I, Mom?" Thomas looked up at Madeline. She was obviously hesitating.

I'm such a genius!

"Alright, you can stay for a few more days. Be good and take care of yourself. Do you hear me?"

"Okay! I promise I won't drag you down, Mommy! Uh, do you have a way to send me back before scumbag Dad gets home?"

……

Noah's vehicle traveled through the heavy rain. They were moving slowly due to the heavy downpour affecting their visibility.

Raindrops continuously pelted against the window. Everyone in the car was lost deep in thought.

Imperia hadn't seen a heavy downpour in a long time. It was five years ago since that thunderstorm…

Noah turned sullen.

Beep! Beep!

The faint noise startled everyone in the silent car.

"Sir, that sound…" Wayne Hudson immediately stopped the car. He could feel his heart threatening to leap out of his throat.

Noah didn't answer. His slender fingers slid along the seats. It wasn't long before he found a coin-sized yellow magnetic disc in the crevice under the mats.

The indicator above was still flickering. Noah's expression began to darken under the dim light.

"Sir, i-isn't this a tracker? Impossible. I checked through everything before we left. How can this be here?!"

Wayne stared at the thing in Noah's hand that was flashing red and was horrified.

That flashing didn't indicate their location. It indicated the seconds of his life was counting down!

"Hand me a laptop."

Noah rarely got angry. He switched on his computer and immediately fired up the Quincy family's data analysis system.

Noah affixed the disk to the back of the computer when the system whirred to live. It didn't take long for a series of data update information to pop up on the screen.

He located the source of the signal within three minutes.

Gloom cast over Noah's visage when he noticed the target on the map.

The Grants?

Impossible. They wouldn't dare.

He seemed uncertain. Wayne stood cautiously by his side.

He was afraid that Noah would be unhappy and have him sent to Alewell, a country far away, to suffer.

When the atmosphere in the car fell into an eerie silence, Noah's phone rang.

"Sir, Colton is missing! He's gone again!"

Noah's expression sank. "What?!"

Was it because he had been too afraid? Was it because he hadn't gone home to accompany him? Or had he been taken away again?! Noah didn't look well when he considered the tracker and the compromised security system the day before.

The housekeeper could barely breathe over the call. "I…I don't know. The surveillance system wasn't breached, but Colton has gone missing!"

Noah ruthlessly crushed the tracker. "Find him!"

Meanwhile, at the Grant residence.

Angie Grant was left to swallow a bitter pill in silence. How could she just let it go?!

How could she possibly allow even Asher Walter to step all over her?!

She had already sent someone to teach Asher a lesson, but the first order of business was the 400 million!

Bruno Grant nearly fainted when Angie revealed the sum.

Fortunately, Mrs. Grant, Suzette, who was beside him, held him up and settled him on the couch.

"What did you say? 400 million? Why do you need 400 million, Angie?"

"Dad, don't worry. The 400 million may seem like much now but I'll have the honor as the global ambassador. I'll marry into the Quincy family and become one of them. What's a mere 400 million after I become a lady of the Quincy household?"

Angie spoke with great confidence but uncertainty plagued her on the inside.