My Dreamy Old Husband

The man on the platform walked down the runway while holding a mighty husky under everyone’s gaze. He was chic and cool, and his walk was professional and handsome. He walked to the place where the spotlight was, stopped, and looked around the venue for a few seconds. A smile that was both righteous and evil appeared on his lips, and his whole body was full of the domineering aura and the elegance of an Eastern gentleman, which was in harmony with his outfit today and the temperament of a dog.

It wasn’t until he walked up the runway that everyone regained their senses, and there was sparse applause. In the blink of an eye, it was as if a stone was dropped into the lake water, arousing a thousand waves. Then, thunderous applause could be heard.

That was Taylor!

Taylor did not die, and he was not fat either!

They all stretched out hands which were holding their mobile phones, frantically capturing every frame of his smile and every movement.

The atmosphere of today’s conference reached a climax.

Taylor walked once around the stage and walked backstage. However, within three seconds, he reappeared. This time, he was not holding a dog, but a fair and beautiful hand.

Taylor was holding a woman’s hand and slowly entered everyone’s sights again.

The woman wore a yellow dress with a high-necked design. The skirt was ingeniously matched with a hollowed out design. It was tailored to fit her body, and it outlined her beautiful curves. A fair and smooth arm was exposed, while the other arm was wrapped in cloth. The exposed arm integrated with the whole outfit under the ingenious design, so it did not stick out like a sore thumb.

The woman had long black, wavy hair. A few strands of hair were hanging by her ear, and a few fell on her forehead, hanging over her eyebrows. It covered her imperfections without obstructing her facial features. Her hairstyle and makeup were perfect.

When these two appeared together, it immediately caused a big commotion.

That woman was…

When the woman appeared, everyone looked at Faye in the audience, and saw that Faye herself was stunned as well.

After the two of them walked down the T-shaped platform, Michael bowed gracefully to the beautiful black-haired woman, then retreated gracefully, giving her the stage.

The woman adjusted her microphone, and she said with a British English accent with her elegant and mysterious voice, “Hello everyone, I’m Scarlett. You can also call me Lucile.”

Scarlett… She was Scarlett!

the daughter of the resurrected former

but the woman in front of them had a very beautiful face, a face that everyone knew

Faye’s sister, had died in a fan stampede three years ago. She had died with her

how could Cooper’s daughter be Sophia?

His daughter was

person-in-charge, and not long after she joined, she had grown Pourl into a major international brand. Today, she had also invited many foreign journalists from fashion magazines to come over to watch the show. Thus, she spoke fluently and with a English accent, which was

by her beautiful and elegant

was

not sound the same as her, and their

a foreigner. Even her eyes were blue, and she

was Sophia, but they didn’t feel like the woman was similar to Sophia. Except for their similar facial features, they weren’t alike at

had confirmed her blood relations by the

terms of look. Perhaps she deliberately

surgery. There were a

Scarlett on the stage, and now they finally understood why Taylor would come back suddenly and was rumored to

turned out it was because Scarlett and his dead wife

have been

were very obvious scars on her arms and neck, all of which were cleverly covered by Michael’s stylist. Today, she looked extremely delicate and elegant,

its cocoon,

illuminated by all the lights in the world, her eyes full of tenderness and

was no longer a little chica, but a phoenix that had soared into the

in English and won another round

this was Cooper’s daughter. She had her

and champagne. The men were holding dogs, while the women were