After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel 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 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?"