My Dreamy Old Husband

Michael’s tense face was replaced with a smile. “If she has a father who loves her, it’s all worth it,” he retorted.

In the end, Sean left the film studio with the files that Michael gave him and returned to Bayside City. He now knew too much and had to bear the heavy burden of keeping all those secrets—Justin’s reappearance on top of Cooper still being alive and showing up in the same picture as Fass Michel at the same time. Would that coincidence prove that Fass was indeed Cooper?

However, Sean had other clues to work with, such as whether Cooper was related to the Michel Family from Eastern Europe.

That traditional family was a recluse, preferring to keep their members close knit and never accepting an outsider as their family head.

For them to be close, it would have to be family related. Woody Mitchell was Cooper’s father—there was no doubt about that. Could the connection be from Cooper’s mother’s side?

Despite the fact that Cooper was still out of reach, news of the team having found solid evidence of him being alive pleased Sophia. She remained at the film studio even after Sean left, waiting for a male villain’s final scene to end.

The days went by as usual. She came with the food truck on a daily basis and sat at a corner, playing online video games on her cell phone.

For the past two days, she seemed to have spent less time playing. Had she been playing video games, she would not giggle like a foolish lady.

She had been doing it while looking at her phone. One look at it was enough to reveal that she was happily chatting with someone.

A sense of uneasiness crept around Michael.

Finally, when Sophia was using the jacuzzi, he snooped on her cell phone. His sixth sense guided him to search for that person whom she was chatting happily with.

The name of the person read ‘Dearest Brother’.

His profile photo was nothing but that of a scenery. Their chat history contained nothing of the Cethosian language—only English and a foreign dialect.

Apart from the English words, he could not decipher what those foreign looking fonts meant.

scrolled further down, Michael pursed his lips, unsure of what or how

‘Dearest Brother’ on Instagram. After minutes of searching, he finally found a photo of

picture, a good-looking man with delicate elvish features appeared in his sight. The man’s deep

Linus Michel.

other on Messenger! Michael could not believe his

did was take a couple of photos with Linus and nothing else. They did not even exchange numbers with each

there were seeds sprouting from the

time Sophia was done cleaning herself in the bathroom and exited, he had already put her

dried her hair with a blowdryer, she suddenly remembered something and said, “I’ll be doing a video call with an online friend to tutor me on programming, but I’ll try to keep

sixth sense told him that the friend must be none other than Linus Michel. He pretended to read his script and asked

excitement. “Yeah, he’s that guy who took a pic with me. Guess what? When I searched for my father on Twitter, I stumbled onto his

how you found Linus Michel! You found him on Twitter and

ancestry, so why would he be using Twitter and

Only locals use Twitter and Messenger and foreigners seldom use them. It’s even

with him before. He knows up to eight languages and doesn’t even have a trace of the Cethosian accent. When he explained programming theories to me,

Europe and owns a huge castle in Africa. He even invited me over to Africa during the

Michael would be out of frame. He was an international movie star, after all and ‘Dearest Brother’ would know who he was. It was better to be safe

then began her video call with

he sat, Michael glanced at the screen. The person in the video call talking to Sophia was clearly

of them happily greeted each other and began chatting in an impressive mixture of three different languages. When they were done, Linus began to explain the ‘Principles of Programming’ to Sophia in English. A focused and keen Sophia took out her notepad and took

Michael felt like crap.

he felt, Michael had no choice but

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