Donovan burst into laughter. He knelt down to lift Isabella into his arms, saying, "Of course! My name may be Donovan, but I'm no good with an oven!"
That night, everyone had a blast spending time together. Donovan even got drunk.
Of course neither Evie, Allegra, nor the others knew that hundreds of people died near this villa. There was no trace of the massacre at all.
According to Donovan, so long as Isaac lived here, the vengeful spirits of the hundreds who died wouldn't even dare step into this area.
Isaac looked at the empty crate of liquor that Donovan had finished in disbelief. Technically, at the latter‘s level of strength, a whole tank of liquor wouldn't be able to get him drunk.
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