My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

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.

panic. Instead, a strange, festive atmosphere settled over the

future. Tonight, consider it a preview of the Lowe Playground. Since we’re partners. now, I

and caught

held his breath and quickly stepped out of

a corner of the room, Marion covered

Debra muttered, wrinkling

was sickening, and her head spun

hall. Standing on the platform, Drake surveyed the room like a king overseeing his

a group of scantily–dressed women emerged, their movements languid and

but

me so many times. I’ve lost count. I’ve got

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you

spotlight snapped on, bathing them in a stark

act, there’s no way Marion will sit by and let

shouted toward the first floor, “Marion, show yourself. Or Debra

spot,