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!

of the resurrected former family head of the Mitchell

in front of them had a very beautiful face, a face that everyone knew previously as

sister, had died in a fan stampede three years ago. She had died with her unborn

Cooper’s daughter be

in exile abroad all these years. His daughter was born abroad, so it was impossible that Sophia was his

had grown Pourl into a major international brand. Today, she had also invited many foreign journalists from fashion magazines to come

and elegant accent and her grasp of

was not

sound the same as her, and

generation of mixed race, and her appearance looked more like a foreigner. Even her eyes were blue, and she didn’t look like

and Faye exchanged glances in shock. They thought that she was Sophia, but they didn’t feel like the woman was similar to Sophia. Except

was the fat man, Joe, whom she had confirmed her blood relations by the practice of dripping blood. How could she appear here as Cooper’s

similar in terms of look. Perhaps she deliberately had plastic

cosmetic surgery. There were a lot of internet celebrities who looked like her in Bayside. Sandra

and now they finally understood why Taylor would come back suddenly and was rumored to

turned out it was because Scarlett and

must have

were still some fine marks on her forehead, and there were very obvious scars on her arms and neck, all of which were cleverly covered by Michael’s stylist. Today, she looked extremely delicate

butterfly emerging from its cocoon, and like a phoenix reborn

the woman who seemed to be illuminated by all

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

concept today in English and

this was Cooper’s daughter. She

Everyone started to interact with each other at will with free flowing wine and champagne. The men were holding dogs, while the women were holding cats. Through the interactions of their pets, they could