"Tang Ling." Aber did not answer Andrew's question and called Tang Ling's name instead. His long, fair fingers tapped the arm of the sofa rhythmically as he took a sip of his whiskey on the rocks.
The firewood in the wall hearth was a little too much. The blazing flames coupled with the strange aroma brought sweat to Andrew's forehead.
His cousin, Aber Agnes, was a handsome man with elegant manners and outstanding talents. Even his wisdom was considered the top.
How could the Agnes family not choose him as the heir?
People were different from birth.
Aber's mother was a lady with a noble background and position. Her status was higher than all of Safety Sector No. 17. Even Castellan Worf would have to be respectful in front of her.