My Dreamy Old Husband

On the other hand, Michael returned to the hotel when he had finished filming the night scenes. After he showered, he lay on the bed and played around with his phone.

Gemma had already sent the video that was recorded in the girls’ washroom at Bayside University to him.

In the video, Sophia was rather hardcore—she had a good control on her skateboard and fought beautifully. The few delinquent girls were beaten up so badly by her that they howled in pain on the ground. She had pulled their hair and tore their clothes apart. Apparently, it was not enough to beat them up since she even tore their clothes.

Gemma thoughtfully censored some of the scenes with a blanket emoji that was trending in Cethos.

Today, Michael saw his young wife, whom he had bought with 10 million, in a new light. The more he looked at her, the more interesting she was to him. Then, he replayed the video.

Hale did well in assisting him at that time. Thinking that she landed herself in trouble, Sophia called to chat with Michael, which was a rare occurrence, and even filmed a cute, short video for him.

In the video, she looked at him with wide eyes and included beauty effects that added cat ears on her head. Then, she imitated a cat’s meow and even did some hand gestures to show her love.

Michael was satisfied with Hale’s attempt this time. Based on what Hale had achieved this year, he would be given a mansion in Cethos as his year-end bonus.

With a loud bang, Harry suddenly barged into Michael’s room, holding his laptop. “Bro, I’m being attacked by someone!”

He was logged into the ‘Swordsman Game’. In the game, the No. 1 Beast of the Server was being publicly attacked by another player in front of everyone. He had no chance of retaliation since he was harshly defeated and wailed in the process.

“I’m not interested in that at all. Get lost.” Michael turned with a bunch of scripts around him as he continued to admire his wife’s beauty. She’s getting more attractive each day!

Harry showed his laptop in front of Michael anxiously. “Bro, if you don’t help me, my family will be torn apart by him! I bet this guy is using some tricks!”

Michael glanced at his notebook lazily and saw a familiar character—NateHiro.

He was extremely skilled in fighting—with each attack coming one after another without any pause. His attacks were so closely timed that Harry

Then, he placed it on the desk that was provided by the hotel. After placing his hands on the keyboard, he slid into an attack position before

its development. Without him, the ‘Swordsman Game’ would not have existed, so he was actually the Father of Swordsman. Not only was he the

to attack, everyone would have to address him as

once Michael started to take over, NateHiro

severely beaten high up in the skies. At

the winner ‘daddy’. It was agreed that a winner would be

had lost, but he suddenly retaliated in the second round as if the player behind the character was a different person. NateHiro was attacked until he was high up

definitely lose, but he successfully retaliated, much to

Beast use some

‘Swordsman Game’ had a brilliant system in detecting hacks—if anyone

have a new bag of tricks up his

his tense nerves calming down. Earlier, he

battlefield to Michael, he drank coffee and ate fruits to calm his tense nerves. Then, he was about

of Michael’s phone that seemed to be playing something. After glancing at it, he saw Sophia pretending to meow like a cat in a video. “Hmph,

speed of the video, but he accidentally clicked on

different video—Sophia, who tried to be cute in the first video, suddenly turned into a different person as she was hitting another

loud bang, blood was splattered everywhere—some even landed on Sophia’s cute face. With that, a murderous look filed her eyes, but it did not stop her. She instead slammed the skateboard on the girl again until the girl with smokey makeup was bleeding profusely, making

“Hiss…”

Harry took a few steps back and thought, Women are indeed unpredictable. Just a second ago, she was trying to act like a kitten and

she fought alone against seven to eight delinquent girls—each of different hair colors. He could not tell how

merely a girl; why is she fighting like that? As her husband, not only is Michael not bothered by it, but he’s

the censors