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.

a strange, festive atmosphere settled over the

once told you I’d show you a glimpse of the future. Tonight, consider it a preview of the Lowe Playground.

chill and caught a whiff of something sweet

held his breath and quickly stepped out of

of the room, Marion covered his nose and moved further

Debra muttered,

and her head spun faintly from the

crimson lights bathed the hall. Standing on the platform, Drake surveyed the

group of scantily–dressed women emerged, their

trying to escape from the obscene scene, but Drake’s hand shot

count. I’ve got no choice but to use you as

Chapter 920

you talking

snapped on, bathing them

Hotel is being jammed. If this is all just an act, there’s no way

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

hidden spot, Marion clenched his