After dealing with Marco, William didn't bother with the guy's body. No one would come to this safe house for a year and a half. William got into the car and drove a dozen blocks to the 13th arrondissement of Paris. He got out of the car and left without even closing the door.
He was sure that the car would be driven away in a few minutes. What kind of place was Section 13? It was as chaotic and disorderly as Hell's Kitchen. No one would go in and look for the car if it was driven into Section 13.
In a few days, the car would be repainted and sold by the people in the 13th arrondissement. Not a single clue would be left behind.
After walking two blocks, he found a 24-hour coffee shop. He went in and ordered a latte sandwich. After resting for a few minutes, he looked at his watch and saw that it was almost 5: 30. William took out his phone and called Sophie.
"Beep, beep." The phone rang for a few seconds before it was picked up. As soon as the call connected, William heard Sophie complaining, "God, William, what time is it now? Can't you wait a few hours?"
"Haha, I'm sorry, Sophie. I know it's a little early, but it's urgent." William knew that it was five in the morning in France, but it wasn't even four in Scotland. However, he had no choice. The sooner he found Jenny, the sooner he could end this.
"Alright, why are you looking for me? Is it related to the Holy Grail again?"
"Haha, don't worry. I'll take care of the Holy Grail. You and Langdon stay in Scotland and wait for my news. I'm looking for you this time to ask your grandmother something. Sophie, can you talk to her for me? It's urgent. "
Sophie heaved a sigh of relief when she heard that William wasn't looking for them because of the Holy Grail. "Alright, I hope she's awake. Otherwise, I'll be scolded. She doesn't sleep well and hates it when people disturb her rest. I'll call you back later."
After waiting for about 20 minutes, William received a call from Sophie. When he picked it up, he heard an old voice. "Good morning, child of the Devonshire family. It must be urgent. Speak, I'll do it as long as it's within my power."
"Thank you, Mrs. St. Clair. Do you know a man named Patrice St. Clair?" William asked.
"Patrice St. Clair? Why are you looking for him? Private business, or revenge? "Madame St. Clair asked with some urgency. She knew who Pettus was, and what he was doing.
Hearing Madame St. Clair's serious tone, William knew that she really knew the manager of the underground auction house. "Don't worry, Madame. I don't have a grudge against him. I just want to buy a 17-year-old girl from him."
After a moment of silence, Madame St. Clair said, "I'm sorry, William. I want to ask Pettus to send the girl to you immediately, but the underground auction house isn't the private property of the St. Clair family. It has many shareholders, so I can't make the decision to release the girl directly. Besides, the rules of the underground auction house state that no one can take away anything without paying a price. Everything in the underground world is business. It has nothing to do with morality, only money."
"I understand. I'll pay for it. I'll wait for Pettus at the Four Seasons Hotel in Paris. Goodbye, Madame St. Clair." William hung up the phone. He didn't want to have anything to do with the St. Clair family anymore. When he heard the old lady say that everything was business, only money, William was furious.
The last time Madame St. Clair saw Sophie, she was full of kindness and kindness. William's first impression of the old lady was very good, but today's phone call made him realize that no matter how kind and kind she was, she would only show it to her family.
These families, who had suffered so much, would not show any mercy to outsiders. They were cold and heartless. William couldn't help but shudder at the thought of becoming like Madame St. Clair in a few decades.
He quickly shook his head and threw the thought to the back of his mind. He called his exclusive account manager at the National Bank and booked a presidential suite at the Four Seasons Hotel.
After drinking coffee and waiting for 20 minutes, William got into the car sent by the Four Seasons Hotel to pick him up, under the envious gazes of the people around him.
When he arrived at the hotel, William was led into the presidential suite by the hotel's exclusive butler. He told the butler to bring him up immediately if anyone came to see him. He took a bath, changed into his pajamas, and fell asleep immediately.
It was already noon when he heard the doorbell ring. He put on his pajamas and opened the door to see the butler standing outside with a middle-aged man and a few bodyguards.
The butler said to William, "Mr. Devonshire, this is Mr. Patrick St. Clair."
William nodded to Patrick. "Please come in, Mr. St. Clair." He walked to the sofa and sat down.
Patrick St. Clair didn't care about William's rudeness. He told the bodyguards to stay outside and walked into the suite. He smiled at William and said, "Hello, Mr. Devonshire. I'm sorry to disturb you. Madame St. Clair asked me to apologize to you. I hope this won't affect your friendship with the St. Clair family."
William didn't want to talk to such a scumbag, and he didn't think the St. Clair family cared about his friendship. He looked at his watch. It had been six hours since Patrick came to see him.
This made William even angrier. He interrupted Patrick and said, "Okay, just say it. How much do I have to pay you to take Jenny away?"
Seeing that William didn't like him, Patrick regretted taking the Albanian goods. Compared to losing the friendship of the Devonshire family, the money he made from selling Jenny was nothing.
If he could make the decision, he would definitely send Jenny over immediately, but he was just a manager. "One hundred thousand dollars. As long as you pay, Miss Jenny can stand in front of you in half an hour."
"Alright, you can leave now. Go to the Swiss National Bank branch in Paris and call this number. Someone will give you a hundred thousand dollars in cash," William wrote down a phone number for Patrice and chased him out.
"Wait, Mr. Devonshire," Patrick said to William after taking the number. "I know you're disappointed in the St. Clair family, but Sophie doesn't know what I've done. Please don't implicate her because of me. She cherishes the friendship you've built with her."
William believed that Sophie was innocent because she didn't have the time to get involved. As for whether Sophie would take over the family in the future, William didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He nodded at Patrick half-heartedly. "Don't worry, I won't implicate Sophie. Are you satisfied, Patrick?"
Patrick nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Devonshire."
"You can go if you're satisfied. You should be glad that I'm the one who came. If my friend came, he'd definitely kill you."
"Thank you. Finally, to make up for my mistake, I found some information after a few hours of hard work. I hope it'll be helpful to you."
"What information?" William asked in surprise.
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