My Dreamy Old Husband

When Hale rushed to the female washroom that Sophia referred to, the war had already ended by then. Several female students were sprawled across the floor with messy clothes as they cried their eyes out. It seemed that they were injured—two of them were bleeding whereas one of them had several cigarette burn marks across her face.

There was blood all over the washroom floor with the splatter on the bathroom door having already dried up.

Sophia’s hair was in a mess and she was holding onto her skateboard that was smeared with blood. She still wore a murderous expression, but pointed calmly at the blood on the floor when she saw him. “Get someone to scrub the floor. I’ll be inappropriate if someone sees this. Also, get these people out of here.”

Hale frowned immediately. I’ve seen girls fight in the past, but I’ve never seen them fight violently. She was clearly beating them to death!

Sophia made her way out of the washroom while Hale was scrubbing the floor and checked her reflection in the mirror that was located outside. Then, she calmly washed her face and combed her hair.

She wiped her face with a wet tissue before reapplying some lipstick and returned to check on Hale, who was squatting on the floor to lift the girls up one after another to scan their faces with his phone.

Nowadays, even the underworld had access to high technological facilities. Hale’s phone had a built-in software for facial recognition. Therefore, he immediately received information about the girls’ identities after scanning their faces.

Hale yanked Miss Goth’s hair while scanning her face and his phone immediately revealed her identity. ‘Ruth Bolton, 21 years old, the daughter of the Chief of The Anarchists.’

He frowned deeply and he had a serious expression. This seems rather troublesome.

Sophia’s heart skipped a beat when she saw his expression. Am I in deep trouble? “How powerful are… The Anarchists?” she asked fearfully.

He answered her in a serious manner, “They are very powerful. In fact, their influence in Bayside City is second to none. This girl is the daughter of the Chief of The Anarchists and the only child, no less.”

Hale continued with a stern face. “Sigh, this is rather troublesome. However, thankfully, the Boss is acquainted with the Chief of The Anarchists’ sister-in-law’s godfather’s son’s sworn brother. It should be fine if he pulls some strings there.”

Sophia had a sinking feeling. I didn’t expect things to become so troublesome. It looks like Michael will have to go all out to get things settled. I vented my frustrations by beating the girls up, but it will be exhausting for Michael to clean up my mess. I’m starting to regret my decisions. I should have just escaped.

Seeing that her face was scrunched up with worry, he consoled her hastily, “It’s not that big of a deal. It depends on whether the Boss is willing to get involved or not. He can make things disappear if he wants to.” He was hinting to her. You should quickly head home to your hubby and be coquettish with him.

thinking about what to say to Michael later on

she had not phoned him. My first phone call to him now is to ask him to clean

lackeys to scrub the washroom

asked, “Mr. Hale, how

Anarchists to get them back! Should I personally

because he continuously mumbled while scrubbing the floor, “Mr. Hale, are The Anarchists very powerful? Is

“Didn’t you have any basic knowledge when you joined the

long ago. Hence, he had not seen the legendary Boss and Mr. Winston. The

“Shut up.”

working tirelessly to create chances like that for Michael. The Anarchists is just one of the lackeys compared to Michael! They are just a bunch of lawless people! Here, they are calling themselves the underworld… Forget about drawing blood after beating his daughter up; even if she were to die on the spot, The Anarchists would be the one losing

to

forces and the complexity made it impossible to sort through them.

knew that he had his people everywhere to spy for him and he was the uncrowned king of

looks like I’ve landed myself in trouble

arriving at a decision, she phoned Michael in

already late at night on the other side of the globe.

“Hello, chica.”

tone while replying to him in a girlish manner, “Hubby, how are you abroad? Are

However, he remained calm in his response. “It’s not too bad. I’m not busy with work at all,

choice but to play along with this pervert. “Hubby, I miss you too. When are

a year or so or as few as

the rest of her life. Nevertheless, she had to pretend that she cared. “It is

“In that case, I’ll book the earliest flight possible