The light of nearly a thousand candles flickered inside the villa.
It was quiet at night. Through the window, the flickering light spots sprinkled on the leaves outside, giving the villa a more mysterious feeling.
Back to the villa, the steaming food had already been served on the table.
Since entering the room, Winnie had been hiding in her sleeves, unwilling to come out.
Allen had no choice but to let her go.
"What is Demis planning?" Looking at Demis who was preoccupied as soon as he entered the room, Allen thought angrily.
The old stick didn't feel reliable at all.
Butler, who suddenly walked up to them, said with a smile, "By the way, dinner will be ready after a while. There are many famous paintings on the wall of the villa. If you are interested, you can go and have a look." "It's a painting of a celebrity. I don't think it's interesting."
After drinking a mouthful of wine, Bowen showed his drunkenness. He burped and reeked to high heaven.