He entered a wealthy family by mistake

"Don't say that I didn't warn His Highness, there are snipers outside the villa. They are all my children and they don't recognize you, the Second Prince."

Hamor's voice was calm as he was being picked up, not panicking at all. He just looked down at Saiman who was hugging him.

"Do you think I'm scared?"

Saiman sneered, thinking that Hamor was not willing to give him a hug to scare him.

Hamor didn't explain, and looked at Saiman with his hands folded across his chest, feeling inexplicably condescending.

Saiman frowned, could it be true?

As soon as he questioned this, more than ten red dots shot onto Saiman's body in the next second, which was very dazzling.

"damn it!"

Saiman cursed and turned around to stare out the window.

But those people did not put down their weapons when they saw his face, but continued to attack him.

"As long as I look at you, your brain will explode. I advise you not to be brave and let me go." Hamol reminded kindly.

Saiman was filled with anger. Even though he, the second prince, wanted to hug Hamor, a minister, he couldn't do it?

"You dare to let them hit me?"

Saiman raised his head and frowned to intimidate Hamol.

Hamor smiled softly, "You think I don't dare?"

Saiman immediately gritted his teeth in anger because Hamor really dared to do this.

No, Hamel said, "There are countless people who want to kill you. Maybe even after you die, everyone will rush to curry favor with me."

"you"

Saiman was blocked by Hamol again and couldn't say a word. He was furious, but he didn't dare to do anything to Hamol.

"Cleaning the carpet is quite troublesome, you'd better let me down!"

Hamor's voice sounded harmless, but what it actually meant was that if your blood splattered on the carpet, I would have to pay to wash it and ask someone to clean it up.

How could Saiman not hear it? He was so angry that he was half dead, but what could he do? The red dots on his body showed no intention of moving away. He could only endure his anger and put Hamol down to the ground.

Hamor didn't say anything after being put down. He straightened his suit and long hair, wiped his trousers and sat down on the sofa.

Do you think I'm dirty?

These actions of Hamor made Saiman extremely unhappy. No one would stick to him, but Hamor ignored him and pushed him away.

damn it!

Saiman plucked his blond hair irritably, and his green eyes looking at Hamol were full of anger.

He sat down on the sofa opposite Hamel, leaned arrogantly on the sofa with his legs on the coffee table, pointed at his feet and ordered Hamel, "If your feet are soft, squeeze them."

When Hamor heard this, he raised his eyes and met Saiman's eyes, as if he was looking at a fool.

Am I a maid in his palace?

"It's true that you are my mother's wife, but now you are following orders to help me, so I am your master. You can do whatever I ask you to do, right?" Saiman asked dissatisfiedly.

Hamor took out the fruit knife from the fruit bowl without protesting and threw it at Saiman's feet. He told him with a polite smile, "If you chop it, I can consider pinching it for you."

He was laughing, but actually he wanted to kill Saiman, treating him as a lunatic, and bringing him here with all the prince's diseases.

Saiman is so angry! His chest was heaving so much, Hamol dared to talk to him like this.

"Hamore."

Saiman clenched his fists and roared angrily at Hamol across from him.

Hamor was not affected at all. He poured a cup of tea and said, "I have found a hotel for you. Someone there will pick you up in a while, so I won't send you there."

After finishing speaking, Hamor put down the teacup and looked up at Saiman, who had an angry face across from him.

"You want me to stay in a hotel?"

Saiman couldn't believe it.

"If you want to live in the sky, I can charter a plane for you for a month and let you sleep on it every day."

Hamel said as he leaned towards the sofa, his long legs elegantly folded and his hands placed on his knees with an indifferent look on his face.

Saiman's lungs were about to burst with anger. It was obvious that he wanted to live here in Hamol, but he said that deliberately.

"Okay, you dare to drive me away, you have the guts." After Saiman finished speaking, he shouted angrily toward the door, "Rank."

"Your Highness."

Rank, who was waiting nervously outside, immediately opened the door, but before he could enter the room, Saiman ordered him, "Bring my luggage in and put all my clothes in the closet."

"Okay... okay."

Rank didn't dare to say no, so he immediately pulled Saiman's suitcase into the room and walked to the closet, taking out Saiman's clothes one by one and hanging them up.

Hamor frowned. He didn't expect Saiman to be so thick-skinned.

"Get your bathrobe ready."

After Saiman ordered Lan Ke to get up and go to the bathroom, he took off the gem-encrusted clothes and threw them on the ground, revealing his strong eight-pack abs and a muscular body.

"Yes."

Ranke responded hurriedly, not daring to neglect him at all. He was not afraid of Saiman.

Also, no one is afraid of the irritable Saiman, except Hamor.

At this time, Hamol's eyes were so cold that he could kill someone. Did he think this was his room?

"I'm sorry, Lord Hamor, but please bear with me for a few days. Your Highness will return home in a few days."

Rank, who came over with a bathrobe, bowed to Hamel and apologized, fearing that Hamel would be angry.

Hamor was indeed angry and had restrained himself.

He has been pestering him since he was a child. He thought that he would not dare to follow H country Saiman when he came, but he didn't expect that he would come anyway.