80. Our Last Night

“Look! We've arrived," Max said as he let go of his wife's hand to turn the wheel.

With arched brows, Gabriella looked around. As soon as she looked at the beautifully designed building in front of her, the woman's mouth opened wide.

"Max, are you taking me to a high class orchestra?" Gabriella sighed in disbelief.

The man glanced over. Seeing his wife in awe, the corners of his lips lifted lightly. "Yes."

In just an instant, the woman could no longer contain the turmoil in her chest. With teary eyes, she widened a smile. "I've been dreaming of this moment for a long time, Max," she said in a thin voice.

However, as soon as the husband stopped the car, the woman's happiness faded.

“But, what if someone recognizes you? You can be accused of not caring about Quebracha's business and having fun instead.”

Casually, Max unbuckled his seatbelt and shook his head. "No need to worry. I've prepared everything."

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