My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 1093

Sure enough, such a subject was much more fascinating, for the rest of the Mitchells started taunting Linus viciously as soon as they heard that he favored men. “I didn’t know that he’s a f*ggot!”

“Well, there’s this saying—God gave you a drill, yet you’re using it to stir sh*t!”

“Hey, hey, you might be wrong there. He might be the catcher. Haha…”

“How I wish to yank his pants down and see whether he’ll be in heat like a b*tch and spread his legs whenever he sees a man!”

Sandra opened her mouth, but before she’d made a single sound, she heard Sophia’s snide voice drifting into her ears. “Go ahead and scream. Get everyone here to see how pathetic you are beneath my feet!” Sophia hadn’t wanted a fight, but they actually dared to use Linus’ sexual orientation to humiliate him. If it weren’t for the shred of sanity left within her, she would’ve long since strangled her to death.

Sandra didn’t dare yell for fear of losing her dignity. After all, there was a high heel on her head, and Sophia still had her hair firmly in her grip. The slightest movement had a bolt of agony lancing through her, so she could only bitterly call out for help. “Come and help me, quick!”

The rest of the Mitchells were dumbfounded. Sophia’s movements earlier were simply too swift that it was mere seconds between her making a move and Sandra being pinned to the ground. It was only now that they thought of helping, but it was already too late, for a crowd had amassed behind Sophia while they were stunned silly.

The ones who stood in front were Justin, Dimon, Vincent, Derek, and Drake Mitchell. Besides, there was also a drove of bodyguards, all strapping members of the Mitchell Family. As the two opposing factions confronted each other, their eyes blazed with hatred.

“You’re a traitor, Vincent Mitchell!” someone on the opposite side instantly lambasted while pointing a finger at Vincent.

Vincent, however, gave a nonchalant chuckle. “I’m not a traitor of the Mitchell Family.” I’m a Mitchell by birth, and I’m loyal to Cooper, so I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of!

Pinned on the ground, Sandra immediately caught sight of Derek, who was standing on Sophia’s side, and she grew all the more pissed.

Conversely, Derek no longer gave a fig about her. Back then, Sandra ruthlessly erased her heinous past by having someone mow down her biological mother and uncle just to preserve her glamorous identity as the young lady of the Mitchell Family. While her biological mother and uncle deserved their fate for using her as an ATM machine, Derek was still an Oak back then, and he wasn’t even 18 years old yet. He abruptly became an orphan with no shelter and food, yet she didn’t even care. If Sophia hadn’t taken him home, given him a shower, fed, and even sent him to school, he would probably be on the streets now!

Justin was quite powerful among the Mitchells, so he crossed his arms and said to those on the opposite side, “Well? Go on and make a move. Why aren’t you fighting? It’s Mr. Osborne’s exhibition today, so we don’t mind offending him. After all, we aren’t the ones interested in becoming his live-in son-in-law. If you all ruin his exhibition, however, you might be out of the running.”

Sandra opened her mouth to say something else, but Sophia raised her hand and slapped her mouth. “You can choose not to apologize to my brother today, but I’ll warn you today that God is watching you!” Without giving her a chance to say anything, Sophia again slapped her mouth until her face grew swollen.

At this time, Linus stopped her. “Okay, that’s enough. Don’t hit her anymore,” he urged. When the others thought that he was feeling sorry for Sandra, he unexpectedly took Sophia’s hand. Upon seeing that it was all red, his heart clenched. “Look, your hand is all red by now, so don’t hit her anymore. Shae, come here and slap her on behalf of Sophia. Just make sure that she doesn’t die,” he ordered.

Then, Shae marched out from the corner and took over for Sophia, giving Sandra a few hard slaps. The pain was so severe that Sandra passed out. After she fainted, the rest of the Mitchells on Sandra’s side summoned their bodyguards and had her surreptitiously carried away under the watchful stares of the other Mitchells.

As they gazed at the bodyguards on this side of the Mitchells—Drake in particular—their eyes brimmed with envy. In the past, when we all gorged ourselves on grilled skewers and played poker, Drake was the one guarding the door. He also had to address everyone subserviently, but after he’d gone over to Cooper Mitchell’s side with his family, he’s a celebrity now! Yet, we’re still lowly bodyguards, one of them thought.

Another Mitchell on Sandra’s side thought, Look at them. Though they’re just bodyguards, they’re still dressed finely. Their leather belts, watches, and leather shoes are all branded! Any one of them are outfitted in full attires worth tens of thousands, yet we’re wearing a uniform worth only a few thousand, courtesy of Alex Mitchell. They’ve got an annual salary and are even allocated quarters in Bayside City.

And rumor has it that they get to have an overseas vacation every quarter. Those who are handsome even have the opportunity to go for an audition with the family’s son-in-law, Michael Fletcher, and might become a celebrity like Drake! Also, their young lady is so domineering! And their young master… is much more handsome than our young master! In a nutshell, they have everything better!