After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 85

At this moment, a melodious sound suddenly came from the second floor.

Almost everyone looked at the second floor.

It sounded beautiful, which echoed in every corner of the teahouse.

Even the laypeople would thought it was amazing!

When Tiffany was about to ask the waitress who played that, someone shouted, "It's Master Keturah!

It's Master Keturah playing the harp!"

"I didn't expect to hear Master Keturah playing the harp!"

When the customers heard the words, "Master Keturah", they were excited.

Tiffany was a pianist, so she could tell how skilled the player was. She couldn't help saying, "Isn't Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Master Keturah good at playing the piano?"

"Miss, I gotta tell you. Master Keturah has only learned playing the piano for a month. She likes playing

the harp the most. So, she will come to the teahouse to play the harp when she is free. Otherwise,

what do you think makes this teahouse so popular?"

All of clients came here to listen to Master Keturah playing the harp!

One month!

Master Keturah only learned playing the piano for one month and she could win the world

championship of piano competition!

It shocked Tiffany who had learned to play the piano since little.

She felt it hard to accept the reality. How annoying.

"We have an appointment with Master Keturah," Franklin said coldly.

Tiffany looked smug. "Can you take us to the room where Master Keturah is?"

The waitress smiled at Franklin, "So you are Mr. Maskelyne, this way please."

Then they followed the waitress and walked towards the second floor under the envious gaze of others.

The waitress took them to room number one.

There was a spacious terrace in the room and someone was playing the harp there.

The waitress served them tea. After filling up the cups, she walked out.

Franklin listened quietly to the beautiful sound of the harp, with his slender fingers tapping on the table.

Tiffany was blowing hot tea and looking at Franklin beside her.

As soon as she stepped into the teahouse just now, she noticed the envy and jealousy in the eyes of

those waitresses.

She was faintly proud.

She especially enjoyed being envied by others.

If only... she could always be like this.

As time went by, the melodious, beautiful sound of the harp continued.

Tiffany couldn't sit still. She complained in a low voice, "Franklin, does she make a fool of us? Why

hasn't she come out after an hour?"

Franklin was expressionless. "Be quiet."

He could feel the music she played was tinged with loneliness, perhaps it was because no one could

truly understand her.

Suddenly, the music style changed.

Franklin frowned slightly. Master Keturah was really impressed.

At this moment, behind the byobu screen, the sound of harp came to a halt.

Franklin parted his thin lips, "Master Keturah, I'm Franklin. Thanks to Sylvia and Mrs. Wright, I have the

opportunity to meet you."

The waitress knocked on the door, walked in, and then said respectfully to Franklin, "Mr. Maskelyne,

please follow me."

Then Franklin and Tiffany followed the waitress, bypassed the screen and walked forward.

There was a tulle curtain at the door of the spacious terrace. After the waitress lifted it, they found that

no one was there.

At this time, Master Keturah was ready to receive them in another room.

After the waitress pushed the door of another room, they saw delicate afternoon tea placed on the

table.

A woman who was dressed in a red traditional dress sat quietly with a harp in her arms on the stool

next to the table.

She turned her back to them, making them unable to see her face.

But they could feel her noble temperament.

Next to the woman sat a middle-aged woman in traditional dress who looked dignified and elegant. The

dark red traditional dress was embroidered with delicate roses. In this attire, she was like a noble lady

in the king's court.

The middle-aged woman was whispering to the young woman.

Hearing the footsteps, the middle-aged woman looked up. When she saw Franklin, she smiled gently

and waved to him, "Frank, come here. Let me introduce you to Master Keturah."

With a gentle face, Franklin showed some respect. "Auntie."

This middle-aged woman was Brayden's mother, Mrs. Wright. She pointed to the stool beside him and

said, "Sit down."

Then she patted the young woman's hand again, "Sibbie, this is my nephew who wants to see you. He

begged me several times. I had no other choice but to bring him here."

Tiffany was ignored. Mrs. Wright only glanced at her, and then looked away.

She gritted her teeth and looked at Mrs. Wright, feeling humiliated.

Mrs. Wright was the wife of Mayor Cody. Their son, Brayden Wright, preferred to do business, and now

he was the CEO of Maskelyne Group.

With a powerful family background, Brayden was a rich man that many single ladies craved for.

Brayden's mother, Mrs. Wright, however, kept a low profile. Unless necessary, she would not attend

any occasions.

It was said that those ladies who wanted to connect with the Wright family through business marriage

often paid a visit to Wright Residence.

Mrs. Wright, of course, didn't give any of them opportunities.

Tiffany was jealous of Master Keturah for she knew Mrs. Wright at a young age.

Thinking of the purpose of her visit, she suppressed her jealousy and looked at Master Keturah.