My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 407

Mark simply chalked his words up as gibberish, so he didn’t think much about it.

Stanley had been gaming, but he went over to visit Sophia and Sean the next day since he knew very well about that old man’s scheming.

“Hmph!” Stanley let out a disdainful snort.

Old Master Fletcher banged his cane onto the ground. “No snorting!” At the sight of Stanley’s tightly scrunched up expression, Old Master Fletcher became so angered that he didn’t bother with niceties. “Tell me—how many chances have I created for you? Who else can you blame if you aren’t capable of utilizing any of them?”

Upon Stanley’s silence, Mark pointed at his face to admonish him, “If you can’t do it, I’ll let somebody else who’s more capable take over. Sophia will become part of the Fletchers—if not your wife, then as your sister-in-law!”

Mark had initially looked favorably upon Stanley and Sophia, but Stanley was such a moron that his idiocy was enough to make one blow a gasket. Mark had gotten Stanley to spend more time with Sophia in order to get close to her, yet the boy had merely taken her to play video games? When he asked Stanley to give Sophia a cat in order to get close to her, the boy deliberately brought a third-wheeler along.

Mark was truly frustrated over this stupid boy! Stanley was so foolish that there was no hope for him; it served the boy right that he still remained single!

The more Mark thought about it, the more furious he became. “The way I see it, you’re going to spend the rest of your life with your computer in your arms! I won’t concern myself with you any longer!”

Stanley’s mood dissipated from the scolding that he received. He watched on helplessly as Mark sent the young Fletcher men over to Sophia in droves to fill her friend lists.

As he gamed on, Stanley grumbled and swore.

Sean chuckled from his bed. “Don’t blame Sundae Cone, Old Master Fletcher. He should be busying himself with work at this stage of his life.”

Mark let out a sigh and said, “If only he had even half of your smarts.” As he took out another sheet of paper from his pocket, Stanley hastily went over to look at it. True enough, it was another list of young men from the Fletcher Family. However, this name list didn’t contain any of the Fletchers who had served in the military.

The old man was intent on making Sophia marry into the Fletcher Family to the point that he didn’t care whether the men he was sending over had served in the army or not. Once he had exhausted the pool of Fletchers who had served, he would march the ones who hadn’t served in the army over to Sophia.

Stanley scanned the list and asked in surprise, “You should be getting Uncle Michael for something like this! Uncle Michael’s a famed star, and he’s a dreamboat to millions of girls. I’m sure Sophia will like him! Why isn’t his name on your list?”

Old Master Fletcher put on his glasses and said to Stanley as he surveyed the list thoroughly, “Nonsense! How can your Uncle Michael possibly be a potential match for Sophia? He’s a tad bit too old for her!”

Stanley had no words for that.

Old Master Fletcher had high standards when it came to his selection criteria; the men he picked had to hold a military rank, be unmarried and single, be handsome with distinguished features, and be under thirty years-old.

Stanley found this unbelievable since Old Master Fletcher was typically fond of Michael Fletcher. In the old man’s eyes, Michael had always been his adorable, precious grandson. Hence, why did the old man do a one-eighty ever since Sophia came over a few days ago?