My Dreamy Old Husband

A thousand-digit password? Who the hell would know that?! Cooper Mitchell really was a genius! Wasn’t he afraid of forgetting the password himself?

Sophia took off the amulet and gave it back to Sean. “You should take it back since it’s worth 2 billion. I’m terrified my neck will be chopped off!”

Since Sean brought up this matter, he must be meaning to ask for the 2 billion.

Sean took a look at the amulet and gave it back to her. “I don’t think it’s likely that the token is the amulet. That year, Natasha’s father managed to swipe this piece of obsidian away. He scanned the whole thing over using X-ray. The amulet is merely a piece of obsidian; there’s no password, no mystery, nothing.”

Then, he looked at Sophia solemnly. “Please protect this amulet. You don’t need to have any worries about it. The property shouldn’t have anything to do with this amulet.”

Sophia instantly felt the burden on her shoulders grow heavier. As she opened her mouth to tell Sean that Cooper was still alive, she suddenly remembered Abel’s advice, so she gave up.

In the end, the property was still Old Master Mitchell’s. The property belonged to Woody and Cooper, so it would be best that she leave it for the time being and wait for Michael to dig up Cooper, who was supposedly still alive. Then, she could return the item to its original owner.

This was obviously a Mitchell Family affair, yet she didn’t know why she was so concerned about it, so she readily agreed to the plan.

Sean looked over at the Power Trio who were sitting in the distance, still discussing their matters, before reminding Sophia, “Don’t tell anyone about this; not even Mr. Michael.”

Sophia felt placed in an even more difficult position. She frowned, but she still agreed. Since this was a Mitchell Family affair, she’d leave it until Cooper returned before bringing it up again. Tay Tay is already so wealthy, so he probably wouldn’t be so intent on the 2 billion.

Then, the two continued to eat the seafood.

Unbeknown to them, among the Power Trio, there was someone who was proficient in lip-reading.

“A thousand-digit password!”

the shoulder, he said in a high voice, “Your brother-in-law really was a weird one. A thousand-digit password? What if he himself had forgotten

the conversation between Sean and Sophia. According to the lip-reading, they had surmised the issue of the

forming an entity and each of them functioning as a leg to support it, they were able to stand firmly. Furthermore, they each had their own unique

played the role of the charismatic superior who was able to control their subordinates. Meanwhile, Michael controlled the overall situation. Lastly, Daniel’s role was equivalent to that of a military strategist; he also collected information from

concluded, “It seems that Sean is not as simple as we thought. He knew that the money falling into Alex’s hands wouldn’t be ideal for him, so he planned to let Mrs. Fletcher temporarily keep the amulet. In fact, his plans were to borrow your powers

happened to fall

would be more careful and attentive toward protecting the amulet. Surely, he had considered the idea of Sophia taking the fortune

missed out

be regarded as Michael’s small gift

property should have belonged to her in the first place. Instead of letting the Mitchell Family squander it, it was better to

had just finished talking about the amulet

them, he sat down with Sophia in his arms. Smiling, he

with the 2 billion hanging on her body,

she ate a really big lobster to mask her guilt and said, “Nothing. Nothing

for Uncle Cooper’s amulet again today. You’d better help Mrs. Fletcher take good care

looked at the amulet hanging from Sophia’s neck. Keeping his usual

Mr. Morgan was done helping to clean the area that now resembled a battlefield, they

food was grilled, so Harry and Daniel

crowd continued with the barbeque, chatting away about irrelevant things. After picking up a basket full of seashells, Nathan rushed

her head down and continued eating the seafood, hiding

the 2

it a secret. If she spoke about this with Michael,