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Chapter 120: How is the host doing?
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... > Nothing. Not a single peep.
Isabella blinked.
Oh. So now he wanted to play dumb?
"Don’t make me repeat myself," she warned in a sing-song voice, one brow raised as she slowly sat up, the blanket sliding off her shoulder.
Still silence.
She huffed. "You seriously thought I wouldn’t notice? A talking goat appears out of nowhere, throwing riddles like some cryptic uncle at a family gathering, and then poof, he’s gone? Suspicious."
A cough.
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