Donovan had not expected this. He opened his mouth to explain himself, but he could not get anything out.
Arielle snorted at his reaction.
Hearing that, Donovan was agitated. He seemed to have lost his rationality.
Right at that moment, Henrick walked over in his mourning attire and asked, “Sannie, who do you have with you here?”
Before Arielle could answer, Donovan seized Henrick’s arm and questioned, “Sir, is this a real funeral? Or are you putting up a show here?”
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