My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 1426

The cryobank that was a subsidiary of Marks Real Estate was one of the world’s first and foremost commercial cryobanks. To date, the cryobank had amassed an impressive clientele made up of aristocrats as well as those in the upper-social class.

These clients had chosen to cryogenically preserve their genetic samples in order to ensure the continuation of their bloodlines, but they certainly had not expected Marks Real Estate to use their genetic samples for shady backdoor deals.

Sophia was engrossed in her typing, her eyes burning with a dark fire as she brainstormed on the details of her next exposé. If things didn’t work out for her as the director of a company, Sophia could rest easy knowing that she might just make it in journalism.

Just as she was amusing herself with the thought of this, a knock came from the door.

“Who is it?” Sophia asked.

“It’s me,” Tiffany answered from the other side of the door as Sophia hurriedly closed the lid of her laptop.

Her again?

“What do you want?” Sophia demanded, raising her voice.

Tiffany did not sound friendly when she said, “We’ll talk when you open the door.”

Sophia bristled. The woman had probably caught wind of the exposé and was now here to confront Sophia, who was the most likely suspect behind the scandalous narrative.

“I’m not dressed,” Sophia snapped.

“Well, then, get dressed and open the door.”

“I can’t. I’m making love to my husband right now!”

“I can wait.”

“We’ve only just started! It’ll take at least two hours before we’re done, and Michael hates being interrupted halfway!” Sophia yelled.

Tiffany gritted her teeth. “I can wait. I don’t even mind waiting till morning!”

Letting out an exasperated sound, Sophia shut off her laptop and undressed herself, thereafter straddling Michael. She pulled off his shirt as she called out to Tiffany, “Then we’ll just take our time!”

Michael, on the other hand, was without complaint as he allowed his wife to take her liberties with him.

Before long, Tiffany could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin coming from within the room.

That night, she stood out in the hallway for close to two hours, and by the end of it, she asked loudly, “It’s been two hours. Are you ready to talk now?”

There was no reply from Sophia. Instead, it was Michael who answered hoarsely, “She’s fallen asleep.”

Infuriated by this, Tiffany stormed off.

Barely two days had passed before Sophia handed the article over to Maddie for editing, and when everything had been finalized, the piece was published in the paper anonymously. The news had garnered the public’s attention and had sent a wave of panic crashing over the upper-side.

After all, the elite had opted to cryogenically freeze their genetic samples in order to preserve their bloodline. If the cryobank had indeed swapped their samples with others for its own corporate greed, then it was no different from killing off their next generation!

Upon the publication of the article, the clients of Marks Cryobank hastened to withdraw their genetic samples. If Marks Cryobank had a Cethosian branch, then it would have suffered a major backlash from the local elite scene, too.

However, Tiffany had nothing to fear despite knowing Sophia was the one behind all this.

At the end of the day, Sophia could do nothing more than play up the controversy that she’d started. Asher remained Cooper’s son nevertheless; even if the law dictated that Cooper had no responsibility over this little boy, would the man really be so heartless as to abandon his own flesh and blood?

He would not! Tiffany thought smugly.

It’s only a matter of time before Cooper comes home.

Tiffany knew that there was no way Cooper would turn a blind eye on this child.

On the other hand, Sophia was extremely pleased with the results of her efforts. She wouldn’t allow Cooper to bear the brunt of Tiffany’s schemes.

However, just as she was stoking the fire on this scandal, there was a text message on her phone from an unknown number, which read: ‘Jordaine is going after your mother.”