Thank you very much for the great rewards of Bu 'er Angel.
"No, I'm a viscount of the Cavendish family. Who would dare to kill me?" Charles panicked. "And I'm only one of the heirs to the estate. I have my cousin Toby above me, and Uncle Marco's adopted daughter and son."
William looked at Charles with disdain. This guy was a piece of trash who grew up in a greenhouse. "Now that I think about it, you're only one of the heirs. You looked like you wanted to take it all for yourself."
"Ha, if you have such thoughts, do you think your opponents will have the same thoughts?" William continued to threaten Charles. "Also, have you thought about why Marco is getting married at this time, and to a Japanese woman in her twenties? Once he gets married, you will only get one-third of the inheritance in the future, ha, and it will be divided among the four of you."
William looked at the news on his phone as he spoke. "Haha, look at this news. The richest woman on Blue Planet, Suzy Nakamura, is she your ex-girlfriend?"
Seeing Charles's pale face and helpless look, William suddenly lost interest. He stood up and straightened his clothes. "Buddy, I'll remind you again. Don't put your thoughts on this. I don't want you to die. That old Duke Devin came to find trouble with me. Excuse me."
Seeing that William was about to leave, Charles hurriedly said, "Wait, William, wait, even if you don't want to participate, you can at least help me find a helper. The Grand Duke told me that you have a group of very capable men. As long as you help me get through this, I will repay you. How about Margaux Manor? I will give it to you for free."
"Seems like you're really an idiot. Why don't you think about why Duke Devin, that old fox, won't help you? Don't tell me that he doesn't have anyone who can protect you." William walked in front of Charles, grabbed his collar and lifted him up. "Do you think I'm an idiot? Do you think I'll be your shield just because of a little favor? "
"No, no, how could that be?"
"If you keep talking, I'll kill you." He threw Charles onto the sofa. "Remember that you owe me ten bottles of Macallan 1959. If you don't pay me back, unless you go see Satan, I'll make sure you beg me to pay you back. F * ck, damn relatives. One wants to steal my business, and the other wants to use me as a tool. Hehe, just wait and see."
Leaving Charles behind, William walked out of the living room in a bad mood and went to the balcony on the second floor of the main building. He took out the remaining half bottle of Macallan 1959 from his inventory and walked to the balcony with a smile.
"Buddy, you came at the right time. I just received Macallan 1959 yesterday and I only drank half a bottle myself." William walked over to Garris and sat down beside him. He picked up two glasses from the table and shook the bottle. "Try it."
"No problem," Gallis excitedly took the bottle and looked at it. "God, only a super rich person like you can buy this rare vintage of Macallan one after another. Don't worry, let me pour the wine."
Gallis took the glass from William's hand. "It's a sin to waste even a drop."
After Gallis finished pouring the wine, William looked at the glass in Gallis' hand and then looked at the glass in front of him that was obviously half empty. He couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Bastard, the bottle is on the table, why are you holding it in your hand?"
"Of course I'm bringing it home," Gallis said with a straight face. "Even if there's only a quarter left, I'll leave it at home and take it out when guests come."
"Damn it," William slapped his forehead and looked at Gallis who was protecting the bottle. He said helplessly, "Let's get down to business. How's the application for tax refund for the bulletproof goods company going?"
Gallis took out a folded document from his shirt pocket and threw it to William. "It's done. According to the conditions of a high-tech company, the tax refund will be 11%. From now on, the company will only have to pay 15% tax. Now you don't have to feel bad about Catherine and I taking 10% of the sales commission, right?"
William took the document and looked at it carefully. He was satisfied. "Not bad. Don't forget that you and Catherine will be shareholders of the company in the future. Isn't saving money for the company the same as saving money for yourself?"
"Come on." Gareth rolled his eyes at William. "When do you plan on donating Catherine's and my commission to our foundation?"
"Right now," William smiled and took out his phone and pretended to make a call. Under Gallis's expectant gaze, he suddenly said, "How about I give you cash?"
"No, no, no, don't try to tempt us. I don't even spend more than a hundred thousand pounds a year. Cash is like a bomb to me. It's not as legitimate as the foundation," Gallis looked at William with a hidden expression.
William shrugged as if he didn't see Gallis's gaze. He said shamelessly, "Buddy, I'm testing you. If you're too greedy, our future cooperation will be reduced."
"Alright, your shamelessness is beyond my imagination. Stop talking nonsense and transfer the money."
William put down the phone in his hand and said to the air, "Transfer the money."
"Understood, sir."
Soon, under Gallis's puzzled gaze, his phone rang a minute later. As soon as he picked it up, he heard the person in charge of the foundation say excitedly, "Sir, we just received a donation worth 25.5 million pounds. It's just that the recipient is anonymous. Do you think we should accept this money?"
Gallis looked at William. Seeing William nod, Gallis suppressed his excitement and said calmly, "As long as the source of the money is reasonable, we'll accept it. Can you find out which bank it's from?"
"Yes, sir. The bank that transferred the money is the Swiss Bastian Bank. It's a very old bank that doesn't open to the public and only invites the upper class. Legally speaking, this money is not a problem for us."
"That's good. That's all for now. I'm hanging up," Gallis hung up and looked at William strangely. "How did you get involved with the Bastian Bank? They claim that they only accept 100 clients. Many people in the top 50 of the rich list can't even receive their invitation."
"Ha, you're already in the top 50 of the rich list. How can these guys compare to me?"
William wouldn't tell Gallis that the Bastian Bank was now controlled by the Priory of Sion. The current manager was a banker from the Priory of Sion whom William met in Paris seven months ago. His name was André Vernet, a banker from the Priory of Sion.
The Priory of Sion, which had been hiding for half a year, began to accept the upper echelons of the Swiss banking industry under William's attack with money. The benefit of this change for William was that some of his secret financial transactions would be safer in the future.
Immediately after, the British Minister of State for Security, Catherine, called. The two of them tacitly understood each other and talked nonsense for a long time.
After hanging up, William mocked, "Catherine has promoted nearly 100 bulletproof suits, and you only have 51. Aren't you ashamed? Gallis, you're a noble. Shouldn't nobles have one? "
"Haha, what's there to compare?" Gallis was in a very good mood after receiving the payment. He said indifferently, "5 million pounds for a suit. God, do you think everyone is like you? Only those who are in good health or young nobles would be able to buy them. "
Gallis then mocked, "Didn't Grand Duke Devin come by just now? Why didn't you recommend it to him? "
"Hehe, now that you mention it, I've decided to give the Grand Duke and his wife a suit. With this example, do you think that cheap uncle of mine and the others will want a suit?" William narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"You're this," Gallis was stunned for a moment and silently gave William a thumbs up.
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