"So then, can these vacant properties be put to use? Of course, I don't mean to take them for free. I'm talking about fair trade. Would you consider selling them?" "I'm sorry, Alan. I can't make the call." Sienna shook her head gently. Alan was taken aback and asked, "Your Grace, I know Westhand belongs to you, and I respect that. But Leafport is in crisis. Could you extend your hand just this once? We can negotiate the pri…" However, she interrupted him before he could finish. Her lips parted softly, "Alan, you know I've never cared for money. What I mean is that most of the properties in Westhand are no longer under my name. So I cannot make that call." "What do you mean?" Alan frowned in utter confusion. Sienna turned to Aiden with a glint in her eyes. "Right now, half of Westhand belongs to Nighthale, and the vacant properties you want to buy all belong to him. So you'll have to take that up with him." Hearing that, Alan gawked at the faceless man with his mouth wide open, too shocked to speak.… Alan's thoughts were a mess. Sienna has always owned the entire Westhand. Since when did such a huge change happen? How did it happen? He took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "Forgive me. Let me confirm this. Mr. Nighthale, is it true that most of Westhand's properties are now under your name?" Aiden nodded, and Alan inhaled sharply. Good heavens. Only a few main buildings in the other districts had survived the damage. As the sole surviving district, Westhand would inevitably become the focal point for all future reconstruction. At that time, the value of this commercial center would soar beyond measure. Even the former Eastguard would never command such an unprecedented status. Yet, Nighthale somehow acquired the majority share of those profits from Sienna. It was unthinkable. "Well… Could you give us a ballpark? How many of the properties would you sell, so we know what to expect?" Alan's tone had shifted. Gone was the easy confidence; what remained was grim resolution.Sienna had always been indifferent to power. She had no desire for money as well. It was easy to buy properties from someone like her. However, he didn't know Nighthale well enough. Alan had a great first impression of him. Anyone who stepped up to save Leafport deserved that much. They were all adults. Alan wasn't naive enough to think everyone was like Sienna. Besides, business was business. It shouldn't be mixed with righteousness. He had managed Leafport long enough to understand how valuable Westhand would be in the future. If he were being honest, he probably wouldn't sell much of the properties in Westhand if he owned the district. If he could, he might not even sell any of them. The place was a golden goose that would lay eggs for a lifetime. A one-off sale would feel great, but it couldn't compare to the years of sustained profit. "Well…" Aiden pondered for a moment before saying, "I'll keep the largest and strategically located shops for myself. Everything else can be sold." "What?" Alan was stunned. However, an elderly man in a lavish robe shot to his feet excitedly before he could react. "Mr. Nighthale, did I hear you right? You will only keep a small portion of Westhand, is that right?" "Yes, surely you're not joking with us?" another man blurted out. One after another, the rest asked anxiously, terrified he might take those words back. Even Sienna turned to look at Aiden. She had no taste for political games, but she wasn't foolish. She understood the implications perfectly. Aiden merely smiled under everyone's expectant stares. "Of course, I'm not. I just wonder if everyone here can afford it. I'm willing to sell, but the price still needs to be discussed." "Of course. I assure you, you'll get a good price!" Alan answered positively. "Marks or others. We will give you a satisfactory offer." "Yes. We won't disappoint you, Mr. Nighthale." "We're grateful that you're willing to sell." One after another, the group reassured Aiden of a good deal. The once-silent hall erupted into excitement. No one dared utter a word of refusal. Leafport might be battered, but anyone who survived the eerie intrusion wasn't lacking wealth or influence.