Chapter 49: Don’t let them live until tomorrow morning

Dion, who was sitting beside Sean, smiled sarcastically. His eyes shifted from the two grown men in front of him to his son.

"Sean, do you see that? If you still think that a man like him deserves to be your father, then you are completely wrong. And perhaps my judgment of you was wrong too. It turns out you are not as smart as I am."

Sean looked up and stared at Dion Sexa for a few moments before shaking his head. "But my judgment of you has never been wrong. You really are useless. Tell me, what have you done during these past few hours to find Mom? Did you get any results?" he asked.

"If your judgment of me was wrong, then it only means one thing," Sean added with a sneer. "That you, Dion Sexa, are truly stupid and useless."

Dion Sexa looked at his son once more before turning his gaze away without answering.

Bugh!

Hans immediately pushed Orland away from his body. "What? Do you think you are right? Are you afraid that your son will find out about all your crimes now?" he asked.

Orland smiled coldly. "Hans... watch your mouth. If I hear you bring up this matter again, you are finished. Remember that."

He pointed at Hans Xin and Dion Sexa one after another. "The matter from seven years ago... you two were the ones who opened the way first. Even though I was the one who acted first in the end and helped them back then, none of that would have ever happened if you had never opened the way in the first place."

Hans Xin and Dion Sexa glared at him sharply. However, neither of them had any intention of continuing the discussion about that matter.

Orland straightened his shirt before sitting down in a single chair.

Sean, Zahn, and Kevin looked at one another before silently nodding.

The room fell silent once again, as if there were no signs of life at all. The only sound was the continuous beeping of the machines, showing that the two old women lying on the hospital beds were still alive.

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Meanwhile, a private plane was already parked neatly at the airport, ready for takeoff.

Brandon carried Hana’s still-sleeping body in his arms.

"What about her belongings? Have they all been loaded?" he asked the secretary following behind him.

The secretary quickly nodded. "Yes, Sir. All of Miss Hana’s belongings have been loaded into the luggage compartment."

"But as for Miss Hana’s children..." the secretary added in a quieter voice. "We really haven’t found them yet. They need more time to get rid of all of them."

Brandon’s forehead furrowed slightly, although his pace did not slow as he continued walking toward the plane in front of him.

"Send more people. Don’t let them live until tomorrow morning. Tell the people from the Mayor of Karua to help. I want to hear the news of their deaths before my plane lands in Melvin City."

The secretary quickly nodded. "Yes, Sir."

Once inside the plane, Brandon placed Hana in the best seat available. He put her down carefully, as if the girl would cry if he accidentally hurt her.

Brandon sat beside her after making sure Hana was still asleep because of the sleeping drug he had given her.

His hand moved to open the tablet handed to him by his secretary. "Did Laila’s family cause any trouble?" he asked while fiddling with the screen of his tablet.

"No, Sir," the secretary standing beside him replied.

Brandon nodded. "Tell them that I know where my limits are. But they had better not try to interfere with Hana if they still want this cooperation to continue."

"Also..." Brandon added, "take care of all the news about me that has appeared in the media so far. Delete everything without leaving anything behind."

"Sir... do you really want to end all the activities you have had in public until now? Do you really want to end this career?" his secretary asked to make sure.

A small smile appeared on Brandon’s face. "Do you think I am really interested in a lowly career like this? If it weren’t for finding Hana, I would never have been interested in doing it in the first place. Now that the girl has returned to my side, all of this must end as soon as possible. Don’t let a single photo of me spread."

Brandon turned his head and looked at Hana. His hand gently touched the girl’s face. "You know, Hana... if it weren’t for you, I would never have tortured myself this far. So, be obedient while you are by my side."

Brandon turned back toward his secretary, who had now taken a seat not far from him.

"Once we arrive in Melvin City, prepare the best doctors to take care of Hana. I want nothing but the best for her."

"Yes, Sir."

The secretary immediately sent several messages according to Brandon’s orders.

However, the movement of his fingers suddenly stopped after he received a message from the men assigned to get rid of Hana’s children.

The man turned toward Brandon and looked at him cautiously before speaking. "Sir... there seems to be something strange about Miss Hana’s children," he said a few moments later.

Brandon turned and stared at the man in silence.

The secretary handed the tablet to him.

Brandon took it. His eyes narrowed when he saw the photo displayed on the screen.

"Aren’t they only five years old?" he asked. "Hana has been working all this time and could only save a thousand dollars every month from her wages. How could they possibly have this much savings?"

"Sir, each of these three children has savings of more than one billion dollars," the secretary explained. "And the money is clearly not fake. All of it has stamps from the largest banks on the Melvin Continent."

The frown on Brandon’s forehead deepened. Although one billion dollars was not much to him, it was obvious that such an amount was impossible for Hana and her three children to possess under their current circumstances.

"Investigate further. I want the report as soon as we get off the plane."

"Yes, Sir. But..." The secretary opened the messages on his tablet again. "My men just sent another report. They returned to Miss Hana’s residence earlier."

"And?"

"They found that someone else had entered Miss Hana’s room after they left. In addition, the old people who took care of Miss Hana’s three children were no longer at the house. Someone had taken them."

"Have they investigated it?"

"Yes. But that rented house and the surrounding area have no surveillance cameras. No one knows what actually happened."

"Don’t they have neighbors?"

"Sir... they all gave the same answer. They don’t know anything and didn’t see anything."