The man leading the laughter wasn't bad-looking, with a face that attracted butterflies.
Unfortunately, his steps were unsteady, and there was a slight bluish tint at the corners of his eyes, clearly due to excessive indulgence in his private life, leaving him somewhat haggard.
He gazed at Cecilia with amazement.
"Sister, what's your name? Have we met before? You look so familiar."
"Meeting you today is such a coincidence. I'm Hansen, the sole heir of the Fletcher Family. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"
As he spoke, the man stared unblinkingly at Cecilia, a chord in his heart constantly playing.
"No need, sorry. I'm not accustomed to exchanging names with strangers."
Cecilia furrowed her delicate brows. This man who called himself Hansen was looking at her with a piercing gaze, making her very uncomfortable.
The Evernight Palace, being such a den of debauchery, appears lavish and extravagant, yet anyone with a clear head knows it hides much filth beneath.
