Aggressive Wife

Chapter 93

After Wayne brought Noah away, Madeline breathed a sigh of relief.

However, it was not over yet.

The assassin had tried to kill her more than once. If Noah had not been protecting her, she would have already lost her life.

She could not afford to remain passive anymore.

"Albert, is Thirteen here yet?"

"Yes. He's nearby."

"Find somewhere and hide. I'll be the bait."

The assassin had gravely injured Noah, so he would not give up so easily.

It was the perfect opportunity to claim her life.

Madeline wanted to lure the assassin to her.

"It'll be too dangerous, Ms. Grant. You should depart immediately and leave the assassin to Thirteen and me."

"The assassin's target is me, so I must stay here. Moreover, Noah has saved me from him twice. I want him to pay for what he's done."

Madeline had already made up her mind.

Albert knew that there was no point in convincing Madeline to leave, nor did the circumstances give them the time to chat. He hid himself in a dark corner.

Madeline walked out of the building and farther into the alley.

The alleys were interconnected, and Madeline walked into one that was sparsely populated.

As expected, it did not take too long for her to sense someone following her.

Right when the street light exposed the assassin's shadow, he charged toward Madeline with an incredible burst of speed.

Madeline turned around to face the assassin with a gentle smile.

The assassin, dressed in black, was surprised to see her react that way. Suddenly, a net fell from on top of him and caught him underneath.

The specially-made net instantly wrapped around the assassin as soon as it touched his body, allowing him no room to struggle.

Madeline took out a remote control and pressed a button. Instantly, an electric current coursed through the net. The assassin cried out in agony and fell unconscious on the ground. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Is that it? Did I capture him?

Madeline thought it was too easy. She carefully inched forward, and just when she was about to crouch in front of the unconscious assassin to take a closer look, the assassin suddenly woke up, took a sharp hook from underneath his coat, and tore the metal net into shreds.

The sharp blade was aimed at Madeline's face. Fortunately, Madeline instinctively flinched and evaded the attack.

"Heh, I see that Lone Wolf's assassins come prepared!"

"Someone paid a lot of money to make sure you're dead. You won't be so lucky today!"

"Really? I don't think so."

Madeline smiled at the assassin in front of him and threw a dagger at him.

The assassin instinctively dodged. However, a whip suddenly wrapped around his neck.

A red-haired young man in white clothes jumped down from the roof. With a flick of his wrist, the assassin at the other end of the whip was thrown against the wall. The young man followed up with a swift kick to the assassin's neck, but the assassin managed to catch his foot.

Not far away, Albert had been aiming a tranquilizer gun at the assassin, looking for the opportunity to fire. At that moment, he pulled the trigger.

All three tranquilizer darts hit the assassin's chest before he could react.

The assassin let go of the young man's foot and fell unconscious on the floor once more.

Madeline breathed a sigh of relief. It's so hard to capture this guy!

She would not have taken the risk if not that Thirteen was there to help her.

"So what do you think, Maddie? Did I look cool earlier?" Thirteen kept his whip and went to Madeline, seeking praise.

"Yes, you are. Aren't you the coolest kid, Thirteen?" Madeline smiled and gestured a thumbs-up at the young man.

"Heheh, I know! I'm your favorite!" Thirteen spread his arms to request a hug from Madeline, but Albert shook his head and dragged him away.

Thirteen was one of the youngest and most outstanding students of his master. He was only thirteen years old when his master took him in, which was why his nickname was Thirteen.

Just like the master's many disciples, no one knew anything about Thirteen's background. In fact, no one even knew what his real name was.

Madeline was very close to Thirteen when she was abroad.

Thirteen was the best fighter on the team, and he was the most obedient one. He had never failed his master yet.

However, he was developmentally challenged. Even though he had already come of age, he was no more mature than a ten-year-old child.

If not that Lone Wolf's assassins were too formidable, Madeline would not want Thirteen to risk his life.

"What should we do to this character, Ms. Grant?"

"Bring him to Andy and get him to speak."

"Yes."

Albert flipped the unconscious assassin over, bundled him up with high-tech nano-wire, and tossed him in the trunk.

"I'll send you home first, Ms. Grant."

"Yeah, Maddie. It's not safe here," Thirteen said reluctantly while tugging Madeline's shirt sleeve. He was not happy to leave Madeline right after he met her.

"I have to go somewhere else. You two should leave."

"But Maddie…"

"Be a good boy, won't you?"

Even though Thirteen did not want to leave, he did not want to disobey Madeline, so he sat in the car and left with Albert.

Madeline inspected her surroundings, traced her steps back to her car near the cafe, and went to Golden Dome International.

…

Dylan was following the gossip on Facebook on his phone in Golden Dome International when the door opened abruptly, and the talk of the town was brought inside while covered in blood.

He immediately sat up nervously.

"What happened to Noah?"

"Mr. Quincy's wound opened up, and he is feverish and unconscious!" Wayne said. Under Dylan's guidance, he brought Noah into the consultation room and carefully placed him on the bed.

"So what happened? How did the wound open up again?" Dylan was furious at how Noah treated his body. He was fine the day before.

"An assassin attacked Ms. Grant, and Mr. Quincy was injured while fighting him. The assassin obviously wanted both of them dead. It's all my fault for not keeping a close eye on Mr. Quincy!" Wayne

said, feeling guilty.

It was the second time that he let Noah be in danger.

Wayne's usually playful expression turned serious the moment he heard that. Without saying another word, he carefully cut open Noah's shirt and exposed the wound.

He removed the bandages, cleaned the wound, inspected it for infections, sutured it again, and dressed it. He was exhausted after the process.

Fortunately, even though Noah had received the full brunt of the attack, the kick did not damage him too seriously.

However, he had lost a lot of blood and required a transfusion as soon as possible. Dylan's laboratory might be well-equipped, but it was missing a blood bank…

"Wayne, contact the hospital now. Noah needs a blood transfusion immediately."

Madeline stepped into the room. One of her arms was already exposed. "Take my blood. We have the same blood type."