"What are you all doing here?" Dennis Donovan seemed to be very familiar with the group. Noticing their surprised expressions, he took the initiative to walk over and greet them.
The man in the lead was in his fifties or sixties. He wore simple, casual clothes, and had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes with chiseled features. Even with age, you could still see traces of how handsome he must have been in his youth.
"The guest of honor has been away for so long. How could we not come over to have a look?" the man said, casting a faint glance at the surrounding crowd and Mrs. Kohl. "I didn't expect to walk right into such a good show."
Arabella Donovan's gaze swept over the men, and her pupils constricted slightly.
'Who are these people? They have so much Merit on them. This is the first time I've ever seen this much Merit on anyone.'
