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

somewhere behind Debra. “I once told 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

chill and caught

breath and quickly stepped

of the room, Marion covered his

that smell?” Debra muttered, wrinkling

sickening, and her

the hall. Standing on the platform,

scantily–dressed women emerged, their movements languid and

escape from the obscene scene, but Drake’s hand shot out, firmly keeping her in place on the

lied to me so many times. I’ve lost count. I’ve got no choice but

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you talking

snapped on, bathing

an act, there’s

shouted toward the first floor, “Marion, show

his hidden spot,