My Dreamy Old Husband

Sandra caught sight of Sophia from behind the door. “It’s you again, Sophia!”

There were indeed numerous people here on this day, and their lineup could be compared to enforcers of forced eviction. Besides those from Cethos’ Sports Federation and the Universal Games Organizing Committee, the police, emergency services and the Mitchell Family were also present. Meanwhile, a large crowd looked on while holding their cell phones.

This was the last day Cethos’ Sports Federation had given Sandra to hand over her gold medals, but she simply refused to hand them over.

She had won these gold medals with her own ability, yet all her achievements and hard work were denied because she was reported to be taking stimulants!

Upon seeing Sophia outside the door, Sandra suddenly recalled seeing her at the Anti-Doping Center that day.

She’s the one who gave the tip-off and provided the sample of the super stimulant! She’s the one who plotted everything! She even wants to snatch the two gold medals away from me!

However, Sophia looked very unperturbed outside the door. She replied, “Yeah, I’m here today to ask you for the gold medals.”

The Mitchell Family’s ancestral home was a large courtyard house. Its door was closely shut; huge crowds of people were outside the door, whereas Sandra and some of the Mitchells were behind it.

Sandra was so consumed with anger and hatred that her eyes seemed like they were about to pop out at any moment. She scowled at Sophia through the door crack.

This woman is giving me trouble yet again!

“I won these two gold medals with my own ability—don’t you guys even think of taking them away!” Sandra growled behind the door. Sophia was in no mood to say another word as she stood outside the door, feeling bitterly disappointed. In reality, she knew that Sandra had won the two gold medals with her own ability; she was at her prime during the Universal Games that year.

Her use of stimulants happened after the Universal Games; even if her achievements were to be annulled, only the achievements she acquired after the Universal Games should be taken into account. Those two gold medals were rightfully hers since she was still a Universal Games world champion.

However, she only had herself to blame for digging her own grave. It was Sandra’s fault for conspiring with foreign anti-Cethos journalists in a foolish attempt to slander Cethos; she had even threatened the country by jointly fabricating news stories and stretching the facts.

lady she is! Who else should be punished

with this

demanded Sandra to hand over the gold medals. Even though she refused to do so, they

them over on her own initiative, the

rest in everyone else’s eyes. Even if the Mitchells came to blows with Sandra and her people while trying

medals on Sandra; everything the latter had was all thanks

ordered casually. With that, Dimon and Justin started to break the door down with

the side; even Sean and Vincent were here to watch

everyone’s surprise, the day where the Mitchells got what

the sight of people banging on the door that she backed away

a sudden, a dizzy spell hit Sandra and she felt weak all over; it even felt very difficult for her to walk. She hurriedly ran into her room

gave

slowly injected into her veins. It gave her body inexhaustible strength like a miraculous drug, making her feel that she was full of strength instantly. Feeling much better, she tossed the emptied ampule

miraculous drug. Whenever I use it, I feel so

she could see that many were gathering

gold medals! They’re mine, and no one can take them away from

had hidden the gold medals away; even if they managed to break in,

she couldn’t remain at

Sophia, got several people to bang my door from the outside. She wants me to return the gold medals, and I

just decorations without much value. Open the door and hand over the gold medals. You’ll no longer be a

“You must find a way for me. Otherwise,

powerful and influential than you and your father, so you two are no match for him! By murdering your younger brother, you can only inherit your father’s wealth. I have also advised you not to foolishly conspire with foreign journalists to expand your sphere of influence. Cooper also has great influence overseas, so this wouldn’t work at all. Not only wouldn’t it work, but you’d also get your fingers burned because doing so will arouse the authorities’ disgust. However, you rejected all my suggestions, which

hung up the