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.

away with her head bowed, thinking about what to say to Michael later

him. My first phone call to him now is to

to scrub the

“Mr. Hale, how do we deal with these

Phone The Anarchists

was most probably a newbie because he continuously mumbled while scrubbing the floor, “Mr. Hale, are The Anarchists very powerful? Is it true that even

knowledge when you joined the

not seen the legendary Boss and Mr. Winston. The

“Shut up.”

They are just a bunch of lawless people! Here, they are calling themselves the underworld… Forget

to

complicated since it was an entanglement of different forces and the complexity made

was and they did not have a photograph of him either. However, everybody knew that he had his people everywhere to spy for him and he was the uncrowned king of the Bayside City’s underworld. In fact, he was well-connected with the

powerful too! It looks like I’ve landed

a decision, she phoned Michael

moment, it was already late at night on the other side of the globe. Michael had just

“Hello, chica.”

was greeted by his husky and alluring tone over the phone. She controlled her tone while replying to him in

help but break into a mysterious grin. However, he remained calm in his response. “It’s not too bad. I’m

to play along with this pervert. “Hubby,

take as long as a year or so or as few as three to five

if he did not return for the rest of her life. Nevertheless, she had to pretend that she cared. “It is such

case, I’ll book