Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

Debra walked over and slipped a bracelet to the man, who took it and fled for life.

Debra scanned the swelling crowd and flashed Drake a victorious smile. "I did it, Mr. Lowe." Within half an hour, she had successfully attracted a thousand people.

Drake's eyes narrowed as he quickly pieced together what had happened. "You used me."

Debra had crafted the entire scenario to draw a crowd.

She met his gaze, unflinching. "In this city, what else could draw more attention than your golden reputation?"

The crowd began lifting their phones and taking pictures of Drake.

Drake was displeased. "I told you to attract a thousand people through playing piano, not making a scene."

"A thousand people are already here. Getting them to listen to me play? That part's easy," Debra replied, confidence radiating from her.

Before he could respond, she strode over to him, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward the piano. "Thanks for saving me, Mr. Lowe. Will you do me the honor of playing with me?" The crowd, always craving excitement, began chanting, "Play. Play. Play."

Drake's expression darkened further. "Debra."

"Thank you, Mr. Lowe, for being such a gentleman," she chirped, taking a seat at the piano and leaving enough space for him. "Let's do a four hand duet. What song do you like?"

Despite her polite demeanor, Debra had already opened the sheet music to one of the simplest pieces, In Dream Wedding Ceremony.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

She had no idea if Drake could play, but she figured it was the safest bet.

She began to play, but Drake remained frozen, unsure of how to proceed.

She paused, incredulous. "Wait, you don't know how to play the piano?"

As far as she knew, the Lowe family was very strict with their

successors: To become their head, Drake must be competent in many areas if not all. But now, it seemed

he couldn't even read deemed

Drake clenched his jaw, irritation bubbling to the surface. "Shut up!"

"But you can't just leave in front of all these people," Debra said, delighting in his discomfort. "Just pretend. Put your hands on the keys, and T

handle the rest."

His scowl deepened as he scanned the crowd. Almost every one of them was holding a photo to record the scene. Indeed, he couldn't just leave like that.

Debra put him in a tight spot, and he wondered how to deal with it. Before he could come up with a solution, Debra began playing.

The soft, enchanting melody filled the air, captivating the audience.

Despite everything, the melody soothed Drake's frayed nerves, and for a moment, all his frustrations seemed to fade away.

'Maybe, she is not that unbearable after all,' he thought.