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Chapter 143
News of Madeline's live broadcast was trending on the internet. Everyone in Imperia now knew that the
true lady of the Quincy family, Madeline Grant, had returned!
In the live broadcast, Noah personally testified to Madeline's identity and status. The audio was
recorded by netizens and used to dub over melodramas. It set off a tidal wave of traffic on the internet.
Wayne Hudson was already receiving multiple calls from the media on his way back from North Hill
asking him for confirmation of the relationship between the untouchable Mr. Noah and Madeline.
He couldn't respond willy-nilly. He had to report the matter to Noah the moment he got back.
When Noah was done making omelets at Golden Dome, he had Madeline take the children back to the
Maple Forest Villa, while he himself went back to the Quiton Corporation to settle a few matters.
Wayne was on his tail the moment he arrived.
"Sir, have you seen the trending search on Twitter? Social media is going crazy. They're trying to probe
for information on Mrs. Quincy, Colton, and Thomas. Should we intervene?"
An assistant to a known gentry, he naturally knew what impact excessive attention on the Internet
would have on the lives of both Madeline and her children.
"Mrs. Quincy?" Noah repeated the words with an elusive expression on his face.
"Uh, I mean Ms. Madeline…" Wayne thought he had said something wrong, and instinctively corrected
his words.
"No, stay with Mrs. Quincy. Madeline is the only lady of the Quincy family."
"Yes, sir!" Relief washed over Wayne.
Thank God. I nearly lost my job!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Tell the media to mind themselves and not to disturb Madeline and the children."
"Yes, but a few reporters are wanting an interview. Should we put it off as usual?" He could tell Noah
wasn't shying away from spreading the news that his true wife was back.
That was why he brought it up.
After all, Angie never succeeded whenever she tried to ask Noah to accept an interview to prop herself
up.
It was clear he treated Madeline differently.
"Pick a reliable one. I'll give them half an hour of my time."
"Huh?" Wayne was taken aback to see Noah answering the way he did.
His gut feeling was right after all!
"What? Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, sir."
"Is there anything else?"
"Well, it was just as you expected, sir. We were down in the mountain stream but failed to find Lone
Wolf, but strangely enough, we didn't get any sort of recording of the assassin leaving in our
surveillance in the mountain either…"
Lone Wolf seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.
"Cease the search. He'll be back if he's still alive." The Lone Wolf he knew was not one to rest until he
achieved his goal.
Noah was more than happy to welcome Lone Wolf to hell again when the time came.
"In that case, will Mrs. Quincy and the children be in danger again?" Worry came over Wayne.
Lone Wolf was a lunatic in charge of an assassin organization. There was no guarantee he wouldn't
come up with more tricks.
"That is a problem. Come with me after work to pick up Madeline and the kids." Noah was clearly
happy with Wayne coming up with an "excuse" for him.
He seemed to be thinking, but the expression on his face was unusually relaxed. It was clear from a
glance that he was in a good mood.
"That's a good idea!" Wayne echoed.
It felt as if Madeline's return had brought a piece of Noah's soul back to him. He seemed so much
livelier now.
"There is one other thing, Mr. Quincy. We found out that Angie Grant may still be alive."
"Oh?"
"This is a phone call that Suzette received that I overheard in the morning. The voice indeed belongs to
Angie Grant."
"In other words, someone saved her or has kept her captive."
"It's possible."
"Gather a few men and find her!" That woman killed Grandpa Gordon. She had to pay.
"Yes, sir!"
……
Meanwhile, at the Grant's apartment.
Ever since Mrs. Lowe kicked him out, Bruno Grant had lived as a dispirited shut-in. All he would do was
drink and sleep.
The unshaven man had gained weight, causing him to look increasingly more wretched.
Suzette never returned since the day he left her behind. His clothes and valuables were all left in the
lost box that he was too lazy to find.
It still wouldn't solve their problems even if it were to be found.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe one-month deadline was fast approaching. The company had long since run out of money. They
also owed their staff wages.
The Grants were thoroughly done for.
Bruno stared at the ceiling from his spot on the floor. He had no money left. His next meal would be a
problem. Perhaps he'd starve to death in three days.
This was all Angie's fault. She took everything with her when she ran away and hadn't bothered to
leave him a penny. Raising her was truly the greatest regret of this life.
Even after being kicked out by Mrs. Lowe, he would call her no less than a hundred times a day,
wanting a share of the money she stole, but unfortunately the girl never answered.
Angie had betrayed him. The thought never wavered in his mind even after seeing the video and
receiving notice from the police.
Angie fled with the money leaving him with no hope, and so he gave up on himself.
Living was too tiring!
He soon assumed the posture of a dead person with both hands clasped against his chest.
He would be in a better place soon. That was when the piercing noise of a ringtone blared throughout
the space. It must be the debt collectors again. He kept his eyes closed with no intention of answering.
Sure enough, the phone quieted down after three rings. Bruno was more than satisfied to keep his
eyes shut but a sudden knock on the door broke him out of his stupor.
"Mr. Grant, it's me, Kingsley. Have you seen the news? Ms. Madeline is back. She's still alive!"
"Ms. Madeline? My daughter, Madeline?" Bruno couldn't quite remember what his younger daughter
looked like.
There was no elation, only fear. He got up immediately and opened the door without putting on his
shoes.
"What did you say? That murderer is still alive?"
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