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.

he scrolled further down, Michael pursed his lips, unsure of

After minutes of searching, he finally found a photo of

good-looking man with delicate elvish features appeared in his sight. The man’s deep blue eyes looked as if it held the canvas of

Linus Michel.

each other on Messenger! Michael

did was take a couple of photos with Linus and nothing else. They did not even exchange numbers with each other. So, when did they even add

if there were seeds sprouting from the top of his

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

she suddenly remembered something and said, “I’ll be doing a video call with an online

must be

met online, her eyes sparkled with 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 account

do this on Twitter? So, this is how you found Linus Michel! You

ancestry, so why would he be using Twitter and

use Twitter and Messenger and foreigners seldom use them. It’s

even have a trace of the Cethosian accent. When he explained programming theories to me, he could easily beat any lecturer in Bayside University hands down. He had also

told me that he lives in Eastern Europe and owns a huge castle in Africa. He even invited me

her computer was running, she adjusted her camera so that Michael would be out of frame. He was an international movie star, after all and

video call with

screen. The person in the

in an impressive mixture of three different languages. When they were done, Linus began to explain the ‘Principles

him talk about programming for an hour, Michael felt like crap. He suddenly

spite of how reluctant he felt, Michael had no choice but to

merely two strangers who