My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 355

Abel patiently explained, “After Cooper Mitchell declared his death, he may have changed his name and even got a facelift. So, age, height, and skin color cannot be the only criteria. Here are some mysterious characters whose backgrounds cannot be determined. The actor Charles has a very mysterious background, so we can’t rule out the possibility that he is Cooper Mitchell.”

Michael clicked on another person’s profile, “Walman, from the Walman Group? This… Although it is very mysterious, the background is very clear. He is a descendant of the Walman family in Northern Europe and is a white man. How could this be Cooper Mitchell?”

Abel frowned and explained, “He has a mysterious background; no photos can be found and his age information is blank. The Walman Group is one of the top ten electronic giants in the world. Cooper Mitchell was also in an electronics company back then. The Walman Group also emerged within the last ten years. Therefore, I have every reason to suspect that he is Cooper Mitchell.”

Ok.

Abel explained, “This man can play the piano, he is proficient in eight foreign languages, is a fan of Cethosian culture, and can write beautiful calligraphy. I have reason to suspect that he is the new identity of Cooper Mitchell after he faked his death.”

Worked in electronics, wealthy, mysterious, able to play the piano, proficient in multiple languages, and has a good understanding of Cethosian culture—these were all Abel’s screening criteria.

Till when do we have to investigate this?!

During the summer vacations, although Sophie was still busy learning, her schedule was freer and she had to visit Stanley’s company when she had time.

On the weekend, Stanley and Sean came over with the dog and invited Sophie to visit Woody Mitchell outside the city. They also brought a barbecue grill and they went to the beach to have a barbecue for the weekend.

Woody still lived in a seaside fishing village outside the city. There were a group of retired old rich people nearby and there were many places he could visit.

Sophie had gotten herself a driver’s license. So, today she was the one that drove. The seven-seater car had a large capacity and it wasn’t cramped even with her child and her dog.

Little Nate sat next to the puppy and imitated the way it stuck its head out of the window.

When they arrived outside Woody’s villa, it was already noon. There were several cars parked in front of Woody’s villa and it seemed there were guests. A faint piano sound came from Woody’s house.

Sean looked at the car—there were three of four of them. There were bodyguards in the car chatting. Two bodyguards stood at the door of the villa. Listening to the piano sound coming from the villa she could roughly guess the identity of the guest today. Sean suddenly warned everyone in the car, “Don’t get out of the car; I’ll take a look first.”

Stanley quickly pushed the dog’s head down, closed the windows, and watched Sean walk into Woody’s villa.

Sophie looked at the car through the car window and frowned as she listened to the piano sound coming from the house.

Woody Mitchell’s guest today is Natasha Mitchell?

The bodyguard at the door knew Sean and let him in without any interrogation.

As soon as Sean entered the door, he saw Madam Lewis in the living room welcoming him in a worried manner, “You are here; Miss Natasha is also here!”

Madam Lewis was very unhappy with these Mitchell family children who only came to the old man if they needed him. Usually, they never came. If they came, they must have had ulterior motives. However, the old man was suffering from dementia and was easily led by the nose.

Today, Natasha Mitchell suddenly visited the house and Madam Lewis knew that she had ulterior motives!

Sean shook her head toward Madam Lewis and said, “I’ll go see what’s happening there.”

He entered the room from which the piano sound came and saw Natasha sitting in front of the piano. She was playing a piano piece that was composed by Cooper Mitchell when he was 17. It was called ‘Salvador’.

That was the old man’s favorite piano piece because it was his son’s independent composition, so he sat and listened to it in amusement.

Sean was even more worried that Natasha had a motive for being here.

As her hand fell on the last syllable and the beautiful piano sound ended, Natasha retreated from her musical trance, took a deep breath, and looked back at Woody with a smile, “Grandpa, did I play well?”