Looking at Patrice's serious face, William thought that since these people in the underground world sold everything, intelligence must be part of their business. This piqued William's interest. "What intelligence?"
"Mourad, the leader of the Albanians, is looking for his two missing sons, Marco and Luke, through his partners in the Dark Net this morning. Also, the Albanians in Paris are in a mess today. Mourad himself will arrive in Paris tomorrow afternoon to deal with the gang in person. So if it were me, I would definitely not let go of this opportunity to get rid of Mourad. You know, Mourad never leaves his tribe."
William understood what Patrice meant. This guy suspected that William had something to do with yesterday's incident. If he could get some useful information for William, he would immediately investigate it and give it to William as a gift to ease the relationship between his family and William.
William understood the principle of removing the roots when cutting weeds. Now that Mourad, the leader of the gang who had a grudge against him, was coming to Paris, William certainly would not let go of this opportunity.
As for whether or not he should cooperate with the black-hearted Patrice, William didn't even think about it and tacitly agreed. He didn't have any enmity with the Dark Net, and he wasn't a saint. Attacking the underground world was the government's business, and he definitely wouldn't meddle in things that he shouldn't meddle in.
As for whether Patrice's information would affect himself, William was even less concerned. Since Patrice could tell him, he must be confident that it would not affect himself. Maybe he could even help William deal with Patrice's competitors in the Dark Net.
Therefore, William immediately changed his attitude towards Patrice. He reached out his hand with a smile. "Thank you, Patrice. I accept your kindness. Rest assured, my friendship with Sophie will not change." At the same time, he thought to himself, It's just Sophie, not your family.
Patrice finally smiled happily and shook William's hand tightly. After releasing his hand, Patrice said, "Thank you, Mr. Devonshire. This is Mourad's photo. He'll attend a party at 7 Berwick Avenue tomorrow night. I'll let you know if there's any other news. By the way, do you want Miss Jenny to be sent to you, or should I send someone to send her back to America?"
Of course he would send her back. William was not in the mood to meet Jenny. Jenny was just an ordinary girl. There was no need for her to know that it was William who had saved her, as long as her father knew. "If it's not troublesome, please send her back to America for me."
"No problem, Mr. Devonshire. Even though I can't spend my own money to buy Miss Jenny, as long as she leaves the underground auction, she's my customer and no longer a commodity. I'll make arrangements for her return to America. I'll take my leave now. I'll let you know if there's any other news, Mr. Devonshire."
"Thank you, Pychus," William said as he sent Pychus off. Before he left, Pychus reminded him mysteriously, "By the way, Mister Devonshire, as far as I know, Mister Claude has a lot of connections with Marko. I also have a lot of business dealings with him. If it were me, I would've … to avoid leaking the information, I would've …"
Patrice drew a line across his neck with his finger, bowed slightly, and nodded. "Goodbye, Mr. Devonshire."
"Wait, I think it's better to send Jenny to me. I'm worried something might happen to her. It's better if I send her back to America myself."
While William hated Patrice for selling people like pigs, he didn't want to cause trouble for the sake of his friendship with House St. Clair. But Patrice's last words reminded William of something.
Although Patrice found it strange that William had changed his mind, it would save him a lot of trouble if he sent Jenny to William, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll call someone to get the money and send Miss Jenny over."
After Pychus finished giving his orders, the two of them sat on the sofa and laughed as they chatted about the interesting things that happened in Sophie's manor in Scotland. Pychus even told William about some taboos in the underworld. The two of them chatted happily, and their laughter could be heard from time to time in the living room.
Half an hour later, after Patrice's men sent Jenny to a new room, William sat on the sofa and took the room card from one of Patrice's men outside the door. He thanked Patrice profusely and saw him off.
He walked over to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Standing by the French windows of the suite, he looked at Paychus, who was walking down the stairs of the hotel. He raised his glass and smiled as he made a toast to Paychus. "Say hello to Satan for me when you see him. See you in hell, Mr. Paychus."
Patrice's right foot suddenly kicked forward as if his left foot had touched his right foot. He rolled down 20 steps like a ball and hit his head hard on the marble railing.
What scared the guests the most was that a large flowerpot on the railings shook a few times before it fell from the height of more than one meter and smashed into the back of Patrice's head with a loud bang.
Quite a few ladies shrieked at the sudden accident. Patrice's bodyguards and doormen hurriedly rushed down the stairs to check on him. Quite a number of them hurriedly called for an ambulance.
Patrice's vital signs were quickly fading away. William sat on the sofa with a smile and called Claude on his phone.
Claude's growl could be heard the moment the call connected. "Did you do what happened at Paradise Street and Gravel Field last night?"
William held the phone in silence. He knew what he did last night had caused Claude a lot of trouble. If he hadn't seen Patrice, he would've felt a little embarrassed. But now, William didn't feel sorry for him.
Patrice knew where Jenny was, yet he didn't tell William and took two million dollars for nothing. William would make him understand that money wasn't that easy to earn.
"God, I knew it must have been you. Do you know that my boss has gone crazy? He gave orders to all the police in Paris to find you, put you on an American plane, and get you out of here at once. "
It seemed that Brian's connections in America had worked. Claude's boss only dared to chase him away and didn't say anything about arresting or killing him. But that didn't matter. William wanted to give Claude another chance. "Tell me, where's Jenny?"
"How would I know? Didn't I tell you only my boss knows? I'll deal with Jenny. The whole of Paris is already in a state of panic after what happened at Bai's palace. Now that so many people died last night, you should think of a way to hide. Do you know how many of us have taken bribes from the dead? Now that you've killed them all, many people will go crazy. "
William waited until the 35th second was up. "Understood. I'll wait for your news. But if anything happens to Jenny, Brian will come looking for you. Goodbye, Claude."
After saying that, he looked at his watch and saw that it was almost 40 seconds. William immediately hung up the phone, pulled out the battery, and threw it into the storage space. I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Take that two million dollars as your wife's retirement money. After all, money isn't easy to get.
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