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.

didn’t panic. Instead, a strange, festive atmosphere settled

of the future. Tonight, consider it a preview of the Lowe

sudden chill and caught a whiff of something sweet and

breath and quickly stepped out of

covered his nose and

smell?” Debra

was sickening, and her head spun faintly from

further, crimson lights bathed the hall. Standing on the

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

obscene scene, but Drake’s hand shot out, firmly keeping

so many times. I’ve lost count. I’ve got no choice but to use you as bait

Chapter 920

you talking

spotlight snapped on, bathing them in a

Legacy Hotel is 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

shouted toward the first floor, “Marion, show yourself. Or Debra might not

spot, Marion