After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 85

At this moment, a melodious sound suddenly came from the second floor.

Almost everyone looked at the second floor.

It sounded beautiful, which echoed in every corner of the teahouse. Even the laypeople would thought it was amazing!

When Tiffany was about to ask the waitress who played that, someone shouted, "It's Master Keturah! It's Master Keturah playing the harp!"

"I didn't expect to hear Master Keturah playing the harp!"

When the customers heard the words, "Master Keturah”, they were excited.

Tiffany was a pianist, so she could tell how skilled the player was. She couldn't help saying, “Isn't Master Keturah good at playing the piano?" "Miss, I gotta tell you. Master Keturah has only learned playing the piano for a month. She likes playing the harp the most. So, she will come to the teahouse to play the harp when she is free. Otherwise, what do you think makes this teahouse so popular?”

All of clients came here to listen to Master Keturah playing the harp! One month!

Master Keturah only learned playing the piano for one month and she could win the world championship of piano competition!

It shocked Tiffany who had learned to play the piano since little.

She felt it hard to accept the reality. How annoying.

"We have an appointment with Master Keturah," Franklin said coldly. Tiffany looked smug. "Can you take us to the room where Master Keturah is?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"So you are Mr. Maskelyne,

towards the second floor under the envious

them to

the room and someone was

Franklin listened quietly to the

was blowing hot tea and looking at Franklin

she stepped into the teahouse just now, she noticed the envy and jealousy in the eyes

She was faintly proud.

enjoyed being envied

she could always be

still. She complained in a low voice, “Franklin, does she make a fool of us? Why hasn't she come out

feel the music she played was tinged with loneliness, perhaps it

the music

frowned slightly. Master Keturah

the byobu screen, the sound of harp

parted his thin lips, "Master Keturah, I'm Franklin. Thanks to Sylvia and Mrs. Wright, I have the opportunity to

then said respectfully to Franklin, "Mr. Maskelyne,

the waitress, bypassed the screen and

terrace. After the waitress

Keturah was ready to receive them

door of another room, they saw delicate afternoon

red traditional dress sat quietly with a harp in her arms on

her back to them, making them unable to see her

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