My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Chapter 1091

Caleb took a deep breath, thinking it was Marion’s arrangement.

But Drake was a troublemaker, not suitable for the happy occasion.

Those around Caleb tried to soothe him.

“Mr. Houston Sr., today’s a joyful day. Turning someone away who came to congratulate us would ruin the mood.”

“Exactly. Why not let Mr. Lowe come in and have a drink?”

Caleb thought about it and tacitly approved. The guards surrounding Drake quickly dispersed. “Mr. Lowe, this way,” the butler said, stepping forward to guide him.

Drake casually looked around, but the guests shrank back, uneasy with his

presence.

to the table where Caleb was seated. “I want

the main table,

relative, right? Then there are Fermin and Liza. Since when did they join the

“Let me sit at that table, or my

choice but to lead

here? I

her way. “Miss Eaton, I’d shut up

his turf and a

“I…” Liza fumed.

eat,” Garland muttered, changing the subject. “When’s lunch

didn’t go unnoticed by Drake.

group of people to confront Drake, he wasn’t like

sharp gaze and shifted

had assumed their paths wouldn’t cross again, but here they were, face to face. He bet Drake hadn’t made a move only out of respect for the