My Dreamy Old Husband

Kayla had only brought three glasses of cocktails, so it was obvious whom she brought it over for. Therefore, it was clear that she was not prepared to spare even a glass for Sophia or Stanley.

Stanley took a huge gulp after snatching a glass, looking as if he enjoyed it immensely. He then took another glass. “Here, Sophie. This looks like it’s the best. You should have this.”

Sophia accepted the glass of cocktail with a forced smile while holding onto the glass. “Haha… Haha.”

Cold sweat trickled down her bare back.

He picked up the last glass of cocktail before deliberately taking a sip and intentionally clinking glasses with Sophia. “Come on, Sophie. Cheers! Let’s celebrate our success in crashing the party.”

Sophia stole a careful glance at the two men, who were still staring daggers at each other, before clinking glasses with him with a terrified expression.

Kayla’s beautiful face turned gloomy and upset with her eyes looking as if she was ready to devour Stanley whole. He is a mere laborer for physical work! He shouldn’t show up at such an event and be an eyesore!

However, now that she was in front of her idols, she couldn’t reprimand him like how she usually did. Nevertheless, she complained in a sweet and girly tone, “These cocktails are for my idols. Why did you finish them? Why are you acting in such a horrendous way? You aren’t even aware of common courtesy; you—”

Stanley completely ignored her since he was busy downing his cocktail. The three idols kept quiet while maintaining a strange force around them. In fact, they were oblivious to the outside world.

Sophia could barely keep herself afloat, so she lacked the strength to reprimand Kayla even if she wanted to.

After she complained, Kayla noticed that her idols were not interested in her at all. Therefore, she was extremely angry and resentful. Coupled with the way the surrounding crowd mocked her with laughter, she felt humiliated and horrible—as if she had been attacked by needles. She had no choice but to leave with an empty serving tray.

her place once she

I didn’t expect to see you here!” An expensively dressed young lady greeted, seemingly delighted

across Michael’s

so on. She had the activities and schedule on her fingertips, so she would always show up at events where he

the constant harassment, she would even take pictures and record videos before boasting about them on the fans network. Somehow, she was able to gain access to his phone number and deliberately sent him nude photos. After doing

snuck into the room and stripped naked before lying on the bed. Fortunately, it was Hale who entered the hotel room and the image of seeing her naked in bed was forever burned in his eyes. The incident remained forever in his mind, rendering him pale whenever that incident was mentioned even though it had

Cultural Affairs and his approval was needed if Taylor’s films were to be premiered in Cethos. Hence, she claimed that they had a close friendship. She also claimed that she was in a relationship with Taylor, so she was known as ‘Stalker Fan’ within the fans network—the kind of person which fans and

never outwardly expressed his resentment, he had a deep

at Sophia while commanding her, “You, over there! Get lost.

her position to Miss Stalker Fan. However, she knew that the fan had evil intentions toward her husband, so she could not help but feel that she should not surrender her seat as his significant other in the household

brow at Miss Stalker Fan. “Excuse me, but I

Stalker Fan became furious, lowering her voice while hissing at her, “Who do you think you are? Do

but someone jumped the gun.

His tone was cold, laced with murderous intent when

that her father’s position as a department department was nothing compared to

“Get lost!” he repeated.

who seemed unfazed, before stomping her feet and leaving while looking extremely sorry for

him, “She’s merely an ungrateful wretched thing. I know you don’t have the courage to burn bridges with her, so if she dares to cause problems for you in the future, let me know and I’ll sort it