He entered a wealthy family by mistake

Oh my god, oh my... am I dreaming?

Rank was standing behind him. He rubbed his eyes desperately, but he opened the big iron gate again and Hamel's car was still parked outside.

This……

Rank still didn't believe it, so he pinched his thigh hard. The pain made him almost cry.

That's Lord Hamor! The terrifyingly calm Lord Hamor who never takes the initiative.

Rank felt that his world view was collapsing. Is this still the Hamor he knew?

Rank glanced at Saiman curiously, and what came into view was Saiman with a rich smile on his face.

Rank suddenly felt a chill. Could it be that what His Highness said on the phone about being an enemy was intentional? To make Lord Hamor nervous?

It always feels like this.

Ranke was inexplicably worried about Hamol. His Highness had not only become a stranger, but his IQ had also taken off, and he was also shady.

Buzz buzz... Saiman's cell phone rang.

Saiman kept his eyes on Hamol's face in the car, and calmly took out the mobile phone in his pocket to answer the call.

He didn't speak first, waiting for Hamol to take the initiative to speak, and kept looking at Hamol outside the big iron door.

"Why, do you still need me to go up and carry His Highness down?"

Hamor spoke with such an indifferent voice, as if he had returned to his usual self.

But Saiman knew Hamol too well, and his current voice was filled with displeasure and he was restrained.

"I don't mind if you want."

Saiman chuckled back, keeping eye contact with Hamor.

Hamoore immediately bit his lip and looked angrily at Saiman at the window on the second floor.

He told himself not to be angry. Saiman did this on purpose and he couldn't mess up his position.

"I only give you three minutes. If you don't come down, then walk back by yourself."

After Hamol finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone without saying anything more.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk nonsense to Saiman, but he's afraid that Saiman will be angry with him and storm off.

Oss, who was driving, glanced at Hamel through the rearview mirror. He thought Hamel was angry, but no, Hamel looked a little nervous and kept grabbing the back seat cushion with his hand.

Sure enough, as long as he meets His Highness Lord Hamor, his disguise will always fall apart in an instant.

Os sighed. He didn't even know whether sending Hamol here was a good thing or a bad thing.

After the call was hung up, Saiman was not in a hurry at all. He just stood in front of the window and looked at Hamol.

Hamor kept looking at the time. Seeing that it was almost three minutes, Saiman didn't move. He bit his lip again.

Do you have to let me go up to pick him up?

Hamor knew that this was what Saiman thought, but he just didn't want to accept it.

He endured the panic and continued to wait, but after another three minutes, Saiman on the second floor did not move and kept looking at him.

"Master Hamor, do you want to go back?"

Os asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid that Hamor would get angry.

Hamor lowered his head, clenched his fists with red eyes and said nothing, biting his lips almost to pieces.

"How about I help you go up?"

Oss proposed, it was really uncomfortable to watch.

"He won't come down even if you go there. He just forces me to pick him up." Hamol was a little angry but unwilling.

Of course Ao Si also knew, but he would suggest that because Hamol still didn't come up.

"Your Highness, didn't you say that when Master Hamor comes, you will go back with him?" Rank stood next to Saiman and asked confused.

Obviously their luggage has been placed beside the sofa, which means they know that Hamor will definitely come over.

"After I took that step, I still couldn't change anything. If he didn't take the initiative, it would be meaningless."

Saiman said coldly, keeping his eyes on Hamor, who had his head lowered in the car.

"Okay, okay!"

Rank stopped trying to persuade him and could only wait for Hamol to come over.

Ye Miao, who was watching all this from the window on the second floor, was surprised, "Let me go, why is Hamol here?"

Shen Tianyu, who was sitting on the sofa cutting fruit, heard Ye Miao's voice and walked to the window. Standing behind Ye Miao, he looked outside the big iron door.

He frowned. Although he knew that Hamor was following the queen's order in assassinating Ye Miao, he was still a little unhappy.

"Although I haven't had any contact with Hamol, I heard that he was a counselor and very smart. However, when he was ten years old, he suddenly chose the queen's faction and was expelled from the family." Ye Miao suddenly said this to Shen Tianyu.

"He also has Ha in his name. Could it be that he is from the same family as Haman?" Shen Tianyu asked out of curiosity.

"Hamol is Haman's brother. Their family also had an outstanding eldest son. However, he passed away after a serious illness. He seemed to be smarter than Hamol. Even my teacher said that his passing was a pity." Ye Miao said, looking at him. On Hamol who has been outside.

He couldn't help but sigh, it was indeed brother Haman, he was so beautiful.

It seems that all the men in their family have long hair and wear earrings that are unique to the family.

Ye Miao looked straight at Hamol.

After hearing Ye Miao's words, Shen Tianyu suddenly became thoughtful.

Can a ten-year-old child really choose who he wants to serve in the future?

Did the dead eldest son really die of illness?

Shen Tianyu's eyes returned to Hamol outside the big iron gate, feeling that things seemed not that simple.