Anthony exited the ballroom onto the ship's deck. He doesn't really like parties.
"My brother, does he have to live like this? You'd better marry and flee to Africa. Here you will only hold an unrequited grudge," Anthony muttered.
While on the ship's deck, Anthony saw the figure of a woman in a beige dress with lace at the end of the vessel. The woman turned out to be Andrea.
"Miss, you could fall," said Anthony.
Andrea turned to Anthony. She ignored the man.
"Are you also the man's subordinate?" Andrea asked.
"That man?" asked Anthony.
"DC owner," said Andrea.
"Oh, my brother," said Anthony.
Andrea smiled as if mocking Anthony. "He even claimed to be his brother. The charm of that person was extraordinary."
"You are mocking me?" asked Anthony.
"No, I was just laughing at myself," Andrea said.
"Why?" asked Anthony.
"Everyone adores him. Why can't I?" Andrea said.
