After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 85

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

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, someoneshouted, "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 wereexcited.

Tiffany was a pianist, so she could tell how skilled the player was. Shecouldn't help saying, “Isn't Master Keturah good at playing the piano?""Miss, I gotta tell you. Master Keturah has only learned playing thepiano for a month. She likes playing the harp the most. So, she willcome 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 shecould 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 MasterKeturah is?"

The waitress smiled at Franklin, "So you are Mr. Maskelyne, this wayplease.”

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

The waitress took them to room number one.

There was a spacious terrace in the room and someone was playingthe 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 hisslender 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 theenvy 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, doesshe 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, perhapsit 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 ahalt.

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

The waitress knocked on the door, walked in, and then said respectfullyto Franklin, "Mr. Maskelyne, please follow me."

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

There was a tulle curtain at the door of the spacious terrace. After thewaitress lifted it, they found that no one was there.

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

After the waitress pushed the door of another room, they saw delicateafternoon tea placed on the table.

A woman who was dressed in a red traditional dress sat quietly with aharp 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 wholooked dignified and elegant. The dark red traditional dress wasembroidered with delicate roses. In this attire, she was like a noble ladyin the king's court.

The middle-aged woman was whispering to the young woman.Hearing the footsteps, the middle-aged woman looked up. When shesaw 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. Shepointed to the stool beside him and said, "Sit down."

Then she patted the young woman's hand again, "Sibbie, this is mynephew who wants to see you. He begged me several times. I had noother choice but to bring him here."

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

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 MaskelyneGroup.

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

Brayden's mother, Mrs. Wright, however, kept a low profile. Unlessnecessary, she would not attend any occasions.

It was said that those ladies who wanted to connect with the Wrightfamily through business marriage often paid a visit to WrightResidence.

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

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

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