My Dreamy Old Husband

What Sophia had done was something no one saw coming.

Scarlett, the daughter of Cooper Mitchell, actually pulled the skirt of Sandra in public!

Sandra was wearing a top to match her skirt that day. The thin fabric hugged closely to her athletic body, complementing her graceful figure. With an unexpected downward yank from Sophia, both the skirt and underwear slid down below her knees.

“Ahhhh!”

Sandra’s shriek broke the silence that once filled the hall moments before that. She frantically reached for her skirt and pulled it up. Alas, that undue sight was already etched in the minds of everyone in the crowd.

Be it tanned or fair, au natural or shaved, that marked the eventful day where everyone found out what Sandra of the Mitchell family was made of—under her skirt, for that matter.

Sufficient to say, she had ‘tended her garden’ quite immaculately.

Sandra pulled her skirt up as she charged toward Sophia while bellowing, “I’m going to kill you! You’re so dead!”

As she pulled her skirt back onto her waist, she pounced at Sophia with clenched fists. Sophia had shamefully exposed both the front and rear of her groin and robbed her of her rational mind at that very instant. Her dignity, pride, and self-esteem were all shredded to bits in a matter of seconds. The sudden reveal of the most sacred part of her body left nothing to the imagination for the crowd.

Having expected Sandra to fight back, Sophia rolled her sleeves up and lunged at her, lifting her skirt whenever it was within her reach. Michael used to remark that she never resorted to disrobing her opponent back when she engaged in a catfight with the mistress. Today, she had outdone herself.

Sandra used to be an athlete, but she had retired for quite some time. The following years living under the care of the Mitchell family had been a bed of roses for her. Naturally, she no longer continued her training for competitions, for her choice of profession as an athlete was merely a stepping stone for her to marry into a wealthy family. Since bearing the Mitchell family name, she no longer saw the need to slog her guts out at the training pool.

On the other hand, Sophia had been living in a war-torn area for several recent years. She was forced to keep her vitality and physique in its best form, or she could lose her life anytime.

The scale of the catfight was obviously tipped. Sophia had Sandra pinned down on the ground with her foot on her back while she yanked Sandra’s skirt and tore it, including her underwear.

the parents at the scene were at a loss for words. They could do nothing except to bear witness to one of the most unusual catfights between two ladies from the Mitchell family; they were rolling and

Sandra’s painful and angry screams, Sophia’s merciless roar cut through

for? Look at how pathetic you are right now! Come on,

felt vindicated. Who said little girls were naive and clueless?

they were up against a barricade of men twice their numbers

Sandra was gassed out to the point she could barely fight back. Her skirt was nearly destroyed as she howled while still clinging on to it for dear life. Sophia grabbed Sandra’s hair and dragged

Albert was already stunned as he stared blankly at his own sister being pinned on the floor and having her skirt

tears, in front of Albert. She grabbed the skirt which Sandra was still grasping on and gave it one final tug. Sandra then let out one last scream and descended

being exposed! I’ll let you off this time, but you’d better remember this.

once while nodding profusely. Since the day he was born, he had been doted on by Alex and condoned by Sandra for his spoiled behavior. That was

it came to removing girls’ skirts. He then discovered his newfound interest in

exhaled lightly and elegantly before she stood up to tidy her

sobs, “Sophia Edwards, the Mitchell family will not forgive you for this! I will kill you! I will bury you six feet under with my own bare

messy hair above her ears and noticed some sweat on her face. She glanced at Sandra, who was lying on the floor in the sorriest state one could ever be in, while mockingly imitating her tone and arching her

head and glared

moment, Sandra’s men finally managed to rush to her rescue. They took off their

Sandra could be heard yelling

and sue me; I’ve got all

Sophia turned back and gazed at

only been born when Alex was nearing the age of fifty, he was undoubtedly the apple of his

her gaze into a fierce glare, Albert felt his knees shaking violently as his bodyguards