Chapter 85: Relax

"Did Dion arrange all of this?"

The butler nodded with an expressionless face. "Sir, this is Mr. Dion’s residence. Of course he is the one who makes the arrangements. Do you think anyone else would be allowed to manage this residence besides him?"

"You!"

"Sir, there’s no need to worry. Mr. Dion has already asked us to clean the side pavilion for you to rest in. Please follow me."

"A pavilion? He wants me to stay in his pavilion?"

The butler nodded again. "Sir, the main residence is not a place just anyone can enter. Please follow me."

"Just anyone? Do you know who I am and what my identity is?" he demanded. "Are you calling me just anyone?"

The butler looked at Hans, then cleared his throat softly. "Sir, of course I know. That is precisely the reason. Your identity is complicated and conflicts with the territory under my master’s control. Allowing you into the main residence would be virtually impossible."

Hans clenched his fists tightly.

Thud!

Finally, a punch landed on the butler’s face.

The butler touched his now slightly swollen face but said nothing. As the head butler of Dion’s residence, he naturally knew how to defend himself. He had often received punches like this during training.

The butler nodded, then immediately walked ahead of Hans.

"Sir, please follow me."

Fifteen minutes passed, but Hans was still walking behind the butler. His already dark expression grew even gloomier.

"Do you want me to admire every view of this residence?" he asked.

The butler turned toward Hans and smiled. "Sir, the pavilion we prepared is quite far from the main residence. Mr. Dion is genuinely afraid that you might break into his main residence during the night. That is why he chose a pavilion at the far end of the estate."

Hans took a deep breath and snorted before continuing to follow the butler.

Five minutes later, he finally arrived at the pavilion prepared for him.

Hans looked up at the building. "This is the pavilion you were talking about?"

"Sir, Mr. Dion instructed me to tell you that since Madam Hana suffered so much in the past and lived in poverty for five years, he thought he would teach you to experience a little of the suffering she once endured."

A sneer appeared on Hans Xin’s lips.

"You want me to experience it, while your own master..."

"Sir, there’s no need to worry," the butler interrupted. "Mr. Dion also intends to experience a little of that suffering himself once he arrives at the residence."

Hans lowered his head and looked at the butler mockingly before waving his hand.

"Forget it. Since your master is so eager to experience it, I’ll teach him personally," he added.

The butler looked up at Hans in confusion.

Hans snorted before entering the pavilion assigned to him.

Seeing that Hans was no longer arguing about the matter, the butler finally left and returned to the main residence.

Once he left the pavilion grounds, he drove around the estate in a car.

Trying to compete with his master for a woman?

The butler snorted.

Keep dreaming!

Hans sat down on the sofa and looked around the room. He sneered softly just as his phone began to ring.

The corners of Hans’s lips lifted when he saw who was calling.

"Hans Xin!!!" Orland shouted. "How dare you steal my flight permit?" he roared.

Hans chuckled lightly. "Orland, I didn’t steal it. I merely helped you submit your regional transit permit to the air traffic control officers at the eastern border of the Melvin Continent."

He took a deep breath, then smiled again.

"Didn’t you also want to see Hana leave that territory as quickly as possible?" he asked.

Orland Hesh gripped his chair tightly.

"You’ve got some nerve!" he cursed.

"Relax. Dion isn’t letting me get close to Hana either. So, aren’t we in the same situation? It’s just that..." Hans deliberately trailed off, his tone mocking. "I’m much closer to Hana than any of you are."

Dion snatched Orland’s phone and spoke in a low voice. "Hans, use your brain for once. Have you forgotten that Hana is at my residence? Without my permission, my men won’t let you leave your pavilion right now."

Dion chuckled.

Hans’s expression changed instantly. He stood up and walked out of his pavilion, his eyes quickly sweeping across the surroundings.

"You stationed that many people here just to keep me from leaving?" Hans Xin shouted.

"My territory is home to many hired assassins. I’m just a little concerned about your safety. Having them guard you isn’t excessive, is it?"

"Dion Sexa... you’re truly something," Hans praised through a low growl.

"Do you think I would act like you and Orland?" Dion sneered. "I’m one step smarter than both of you. Never compare our abilities."

Dion handed the phone back to Orland Hesh.

He turned to look at Orland’s three aunts.

"You can leave this territory as ordinary civilians. Follow my men, who will be arriving shortly," he said.

"You’re helping us?" Jesy asked in confusion.

Orland rose from his chair, straightened his suit, and glanced briefly at Dion before turning to look at the three women one by one.

"Although you were also somewhat involved and even helped Orland, the fact remains that you took care of Hana and her three children for five years."

Jesy looked at Orland with a complicated expression.

"You’re much more considerate than our nephew."

Orland said nothing. He disembarked from the aircraft that had been forced to land in the eastern border territory with the help of his secretary.

Dion followed behind him.

Dion Sexa, Orland Hesh, and their men were immediately escorted to the air traffic control center.

Dion and Orland sat arrogantly in separate chairs, while Orland Hesh’s subordinates were forced to kneel by Brandon’s men.

On Dion Sexa’s orders, Jesy, Jexy, and Jezy had been taken away with his men after being secretly evacuated.

Brandon snorted, his expression dark. He glared at Dion Sexa and Orland Hesh.

"How dare you take Hana away from my territory?" he asked in a low voice. "What exactly is your relationship with her?"

Dion crossed his legs.

"Young man, you’re not yet qualified to know about the relationships between adults."

Brandon glared at Dion.

"Dion Sexa... it seems you truly believe you’re the one in charge here."

Orland Hesh, sitting beside him, interjected, "Does your mother know you’re behaving like this? You even dare to detain us in a place like this," he asked coldly.