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Zeirenne shook her head while smiling. "Just kidding ahahaha. I'll only stay here for a while. There's still a lot of campers in front of Ponticelli Penthouse. Hopefully, they will all be gone by midnight."
Dylan smiled and tapped Zeirenne's arm. "Okay, let's head inside."
The inside of the mansion showed enough personality to let people know what kind of person owned the place.
From the first step, a living room with thousands of books resting on floor-to-ceiling wooden bookshelves would greet any visitor—if there would ever be. The Victorian chandeliers hanged above emitted yellow lights that were adjusted to dim—giving the entire place a very cozy atmosphere.
