After a moment, he walked to the balcony on the ground floor before answering the call.

"Brother, you finally picked up." Came a devilish voice from the other end, "Are you still indulging in women, unwilling to let go?"

Rafael furrowed his brow, a mocking curve appearing at the corner of his lips. "Your memory is truly poor. Didn't I tell you that we have no blood ties?"

"Ha-ha, indeed we have no blood ties, but I am indeed dad's son, a fact recognized by the Spanish government."

Rafael squinted. "Get to the point. I don't have time, and neither do you."

"Brother, you do know me well. Yes, I...