My Dreamy Old Husband

The corners of Ian’s mouth spasmed as he looked at the stack of nude photos Sophia had pulled out. Indeed, they were his nudes—all sorts of poses and expressions were revealed in these photos.

If his guess was right, Lucile had taken those photos several nights before—no, the fake Lucile was the one who took them.

Things began to make sense; he hadn’t been able to successfully pursue the gorgeous woman, but she suddenly agreed to have dinner with him that day. In fact, she deliberately had some wine too. Once they were done with dinner, Lucile was clearly drunk since she had a low tolerance for alcohol. Of course, Ian did not send her back to the Mitchells like a gentleman; he booked a room at the hotel and carried her there instead. Entering the hotel room as a man and a woman, anyone could guess what came after that.

Furthermore, Lucile had been absolutely certain that he would be the one to win the management rights, assuring him that he would get it. Much to his surprise, she vanished without a trace the next day. All the things he gifted her had been sold off—even the Audistin’s gold member card.

She was a scammer, no doubt!

Prior to leaving, she even slept with him and enjoyed every last bit of pleasure.

Ian kicked himself out of regret as he stared at the stack of nude photos.

So that’s how it is—Sophia must be in league with that scammer!

However, Ian remained calm as his fingers languidly tapped away at the stack of photos, a condescending look on his face. “Oh? In that case, you must’ve seen these photos of mine too. Since you’ve had a look at it, I wonder what you think about them,” he said nonchalantly.

With that, Ian even closed his eyes and pretended that this wasn’t concerning to him at all; he seemed like a perverted flasher who feared nothing.

Sophia calmly pulled over one of his nudes; his face was clearly shown in the picture along with his privates on display. Looking straight at it without any embarrassment, Sophia appraised it with surety. “Hmm, my thoughts? I do have a lot to say about this. From what I can see, it’s only 10cm—what a huge difference compared to my husband’s.”

Ian’s flippant smile slowly stiffened.

“Not only is it thin and short, it’s not a pretty one either. It looks so ugly! Even the foreskin is a bit too long.”

airing all her criticisms about his body and his private parts. Ian’s expression darkened as this went on, keeping silent all the while. At

out her elite, custom-made Dragon Eye 7 and

“What are you doing?”

typing. “I’m sending out those

forum with a burner account. With the caption typed up and the photos

“Sophia, y-you…”

that his

out, he would never be able to live

It’s an internationally renowned forum. Soon, socialites from all around the world are going to know about your thin, skinny and ugly d*ck with its

face immediately darkened in rage.

he was about to have an aneurysm any time soon, Sophia couldn’t bear teasing him further. She explained to him and said, “I’m joking. I wasn’t connected to the Wi-Fi earlier! Still, I won’t leak your nudes because

of relief, but he continued to glare balefully at Sophia. “Don’t take things

drafted. Since there wasn’t any internet connection on her

she looked at her phone, she whipped her free hand out and held it in front of Ian’s face. “Stop! Let me delete that post first before you speak to me. If my fingers slip and that post accidentally gets

Hence, he sat there with his mouth sealed and a frosty expression on his face

out that everything was part of your plan; you arranged for that scammer to get close to me!” Ian exclaimed, his eyes

that scammer, you

still had loyalists inside; he only found out that Lucile had been in contact

for the scammer to trick him, but he continued to question her anyway. “Regardless,

money back, he had to

a scammer from the very beginning, but she tolerated her the entire time. In reality, Sophia had been waiting for the scammer to finish

badly of Alice in front of Sandra; Sophia even got them to help her sneak some top-secret information out of