Chapter 70


    Suzette Grant grabbed hold of Mr. Charles by his shirt, her eyes seething with anger. Mr. Charles


    barely reacted to her act of physical violence. Instead, he remained asposed as ever, waving for


    the security guards who eventually came over and escorted the mother and daughter out of the vi.


    As Angie Grant watched the doors to the vi close right in front of her eyes, she felt a dreadful sense


    of impending doom. She never imagined that Noah, who was usually so prim and proper, could treat


    her like this. He was the one who said that he was a man of principles. How could he chase her out


    onto the streets just like that? She could not, nor did she want to understand.


    “Mom, what do I do know?” Angie cried to her mother in desperation, falling to the ground dramatically.


    “I’ve shared a bed with Noah all this time and now he just dumps me without warning. I won’t get to


    marry into the Quincys anymore!”


    “Angie, all this crying won’t solve your problems,” Suzette remarked in a surprisingly calm tone.


    “Wh… what should I do then…” Angie’s lips trembled.


    “He took advantage of you, Angie. He won’t get away with it so easily, nor will his family,” Suzette’s


    tone was clipped. She dragged her daughter back up to her feet and led her to their parked car. At the


    same time, she was already looking for a contact number on her phone.


    Angie was sitting quietly in the passenger seat, her face ashen and depressed, when her phone


    suddenly buzzed in her purse. Thinking it could have been Noah finally replying to her, she frantically


    searched her purse and fished her phone out. However, she only saw a Facebook headline that


    immediately caught her attention and sent her heart palpitating.


    “Mom, look at this! What is this?!” Angie passed the phone to her mother with shaky hands. There was


    an eye-catching photo of Madeline Grant that was making its rounds on Facebook, together with an


    equally sensational headline. That wench… how dare she?!


    “What is this nonsense?!” Suzette uttered disagreeably. “Is Noah not doing anything about these


    rumors? Shouldn’t you be the one putting out news about your engagement with Noah?” Suzette did


    not know what exactly had happened, but her instinct told her that Madeline Grant had something to do


    with this. She would not let Madeline nor the Quincys off the hook so easily. Fortunately, she knew how


    to use Facebook too!


    ……


    Although Madeline Grant had chase Noah out of her home early in the morning, she was still reeling


    from the memories of the previous night. Her mind was on autopilot reying the vivid scene of Noah


    in nothing but his briefs, leaving her extremely frustrated.


    Thomas was in a good mood ofte since he got to spend more time with his mother. After finishing his


    breakfast, he came over to chit-chat with Madeline. Noticing Madeline who looked distracted as she sat


    on the sofa, he even brought her a cup of warm chocte milk to cheer her up.


    “Mommy, mommy! What’s going on with you and the scumbag? Are you back together again?” Thomas


    asked, fishing for information. Based on his observation these past few days, he was beginning to think


    that the scumbag was honestly quite a decent person, apart from his strange mood swings. He was


    rich and handsome, and treated kids well too…


    “Watch yournguage, kiddo. There’s nothing going on,” Madeline admonished gently.


    “But I think he likes you, Mommy!” Thomas quipped.


    “Hmm?” Madeline was curious now. “Why do you say so?”


    “Thest time I drew a little tortoise on him, he brought me to the hospital right away because he


    thought I had ADHD, but when you drew a big tortoise on him, I think he quite liked it…” Thomas


    shared his logical thoughts with his mother.


    “He was in our home, so he had no other choice but to be polite. Don’t overthink it, Tom. I don’t like him


    anymore!” Madeline huffed. Anyway, Noah had been her sworn nemesis for years, and she refused to


    fraternize with the enemy. She took a sip of the chocte milk as her thoughts began to drift away


    once more.


    Ding ding! Ding ding ---!


    Madeline’s phone rang out loud and urgently, snapping her thoughts back to reality. She sat up


    straighter on the sofa as she took her phone out of her pocket. The front screen of her phone disyed


    messages from the family group chat thatprised of Madeline, Thomas and Thomas’ sister, Zeke.


    Madeline’s eyes widened in rm as she read her daughter’s messages. She motioned to Thomas


    who was perched behind her.


    “Did you read the messages?” Madeline asked her son.


    “I did. Mom, do you think I can still turn my phone off right now?” Thomas asked nervously.


    “Hmm, I think so…” Madeline was just about to do the same, but she was toote. Mackenzie, or Zeke


    as she was affectionately known to her family, sent the family chat group another message.


    Princess Zeke: Don’t you even think of turning your phones off, you two! I can tell!


    Madeline: Darling, how’s your tour going? Did you like the present Mommy got you?


    Madeline instantly switched into her caring mother persona, pretending she had not just tried to avoid


    her own daughter just mere seconds ago. Zeke was Thomas’ older sister, born just a minute earlierN?velDrama.Org owns this.


    than her brother and the only daughter of Madeline’s triplets. Zeke looked just like Madeline as a child,


    with strikingly beautiful green eyes and dainty facial features. However, she inherited Noah Quincy’s


    personality, being far too wise and cold for her age. A casting agent had scouted her on the streets a


    year ago, and she was now a child model who was on tour for the Spring/Summer fashion season.


    Zeke Grant was objectively the only person on this that Thomas was afraid of. No one knew why


    Zeke was his kryptonite, but for all his cheeky antics and misbehavior, Zeke was the only one who


    could put Thomas in his ce. He affectionately called her Princess Zeke and never disobeyed her.


    Even Madeline, as their mother, would asionally be envious of the sibling bond that they had.


    Zeke: My dearest Mommy, could you tell me why the both of you are not back yet, even though you


    said you’d be back before my birthday?


    Madeline: Umm, Thomas likes the chocte milk here, so I decided to let him have it for a few more


    days. I promise I’lle visit you next month, for sure!


    Thomas, who had been content to disappear into the background, now had no choice but to speak up.


    Thomas: That’s right, Sis! You should totally try out this chocte milk. Princess, I’ve been a real good


    boytely. We’lle home very soon, ok?


    Zeke: Oh, is it that good? Hmm, do you think a hundred million dors is enough to buy the milk


    production line…?


    Madeline was at loss for words. Her children were too clever for their own good.


    Thomas: Mommy, my stomach is acting up. Can you bring me to the toilet?


    Madeline: Of course, darling?


    Zeke: Are you guys putting on a show for me?


    Madeline and Thomas left the chat group before Zeke could say anything further. Madeline wanted to


    rx and enjoy her mug of chocte milk, but a few headlines on her Facebook ount caught her


    attention.


    “Noah Quincy, The Prince of Imperia – A Heartless yboy!”


    “Third Party Ends Noah & Angie’s Engagement…”


    “Chairwoman of the Charity Association or Mistress?”