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.

Michael pursed his lips, unsure of what or

on Instagram. After minutes of searching, he finally found a photo

elvish features appeared in his sight. The man’s deep

Linus Michel.

other on Messenger! Michael could not

else. They did not even exchange numbers

were seeds sprouting

in the bathroom and exited, he had already put her cell phone aside and pretended to

and said, “I’ll be doing a video call with an online friend to tutor me on programming, but I’ll try to keep

online friend?” Michael’s ears perked up like a dog’s. His sixth sense told him that the friend must be none other than Linus Michel. He pretended to read his script and asked nonchalantly,

he’s that guy who took a pic with me. Guess what? When I

jaw dropped. You could do this on Twitter? So, this is how you found Linus Michel! You

with foreign ancestry, so why

but better watch out for online scams. Only locals use Twitter and Messenger and foreigners seldom use them. It’s even rare to see a foreigner

on her computer and said, “You’re wrong. I’ve done a few video calls 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

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

she adjusted her camera so that Michael would be out of frame. He was an international

began her video call

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

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

for an hour, Michael felt like crap. He suddenly recalled what Sean said—let Sophia unknowingly

spite of how reluctant he felt, Michael had no choice but to allow both Sophia and Linus to befriend

were merely two strangers who made