Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Chapter 920

"Drake, slow down."

Drake didn't respond but slowed his steps slightly.

In the center of the second floor was a large platform, usually reserved for performances. Today, however, Drake had a three-seater sofa placed there.

"Sit," he said.

Suspicion clouded Debra's expression. "You're not planning to pull some kind of prank on me, are you?"

Drake smirked, "Your life's already in my hands. Why would I bother?"

Debra took her seat, while Drake snapped his fingers, the sharp sound echoing in the room.

She cocked her head, eyeing him warily. "What's this? A magic show?"

Suddenly, all the lights went out. Marion slipped into the venue unnoticed, his presence as silent as a shadow.

a strange, festive atmosphere settled over

you I'd show you a glimpse of the future. Tonight, consider it a preview of the Lowe Playground. Since we're partners now, I figured it's only fair to show you

held his breath and quickly stepped out of the dangerous

room, Marion covered his nose and moved further into the shadows. "What's that smell?" Debra muttered, wrinkling her

was sickening, and her head spun faintly

bathed the hall. Standing on the platform, Drake surveyed the room

a group of scantily-dressed women emerged, their movements

in

escape from the obscene

shot out, firmly keeping her

but

times. I've lost count. I've got no choice but to

are you talking

sudden spotlight snapped on, bathing them in

being jammed. If this is all just an act, there's no way Marion will sit by and let you face the danger alone," Drake said, grabbing

floor, "Marion, show yourself. Or Debra might not survive