Seeing that Wesley was just an ordinary person, Vincent Tangwen kindly advised him, "Don't be agitated, Mr. Gibbs. A gentleman has already ordered the dishes for you and paid in advance.
So, if I were you, I would follow the guest's request and eat quietly while waiting. Maybe that big shot wants to observe you secretly. "
The inexperienced Wesley hesitated for a few seconds after hearing that. However, he was not stupid. Nothing would happen in public, so he sat down obediently and tried to act natural.
But when Vincent Tangwen personally poured the wine for him and mentioned that this bottle of wine was a Lafite worth 6,000 US dollars, Wesley immediately couldn't pretend anymore. His whole body tensed up, and he stuttered to thank Vincent Tangwen.
Then, his palms and forehead began to sweat as he clumsily took a sip.
The entire process of aperitif, appetizer, stew, first dish and side dishes, dessert, and after-meal wine only took Wesley more than half an hour to finish eating. Vincent Tangwen, who was serving him personally, shook his head in his heart.
He silently hoped that William, who was sitting at a hidden table not far away and observing while eating, would not hate Wesley, who had no manners.
Thinking of this, Vincent Tangwen turned his head and stole a glance in William's direction.
This glance was immediately noticed by the restaurant manager, who was standing more than a meter behind William. Then, the manager glared fiercely at Vincent Tangwen.
The manager personally came to serve William because a few days ago, William had introduced a celestial restaurant to the paparazzi with a smile on his face for the first time.
And that restaurant also appeared in most of the newspapers and television news the next day with William. It suddenly became famous and hot.
According to some colleagues, a Michelin observer secretly visited that restaurant on the third day of the report.
No one knew if it could be promoted to one Michelin star, but it was true that the restaurant's business had been very good recently, so the manager definitely did not dare to neglect William.
Fortunately, the restaurant itself was a three-star Michelin restaurant, so the manager did not play any tricks and release the news that William was eating there.
The only thing in his mind was to serve William, the super favorite of the media, well and not give him any chance to speak ill of their restaurant.
After half an hour, William put down his glass in satisfaction and smiled at the manager. "Thank you, the taste is very good. Please say hello to the head chef for me."
This praise made the manager very happy, and he bowed with a smile. "Okay, Mr. Devonshire, I'll pass on your words to Head Chef Hansen. Your affirmation is our restaurant's honor."
"Okay," William swiped his card and paid the bill. Then, he walked out of the restaurant and drove away.
Ten minutes later, Wesley got into a car led by Vincent Twain and went all the way to the yacht club in New York.
Just as he got out of the car, a middle-aged man led several men in security uniforms over to him. "Mr Wesley Gibbs?"
Looking at the large sign of the yacht club, Wesley nodded blankly.
The middle-aged man was not angry at Wesley's attitude at all. He chuckled and said, "Mr. Gibbs, I'm the manager of the New York yacht club, Martin Tanner. Please follow me."
"T-Mr. Tanner, c-can I ask who the person I'm meeting is?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Gibbs. You'll understand when you meet that important person," Martin Tanner smiled and gestured for Wesley to follow him. They went all the way to a speedboat.
Going out to sea? This made Wesley hesitate, but he shook his head after a few seconds. He was just an ordinary person with no savings, no car, no house, and no career.
No one would spend so much effort to kidnap him. However, when the speedboat started moving, Wesley couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.
Ten minutes later, the speedboat approached a large yacht. Wesley followed Martin Tanner onto the yacht in a daze. When he reached the front deck of the yacht, he saw a young man putting bait on a fishing rod.
When Martin Tanner saw the young man, he immediately said respectfully, "Mr. Devonshire, Mr. Gibbs is here."
Devonshire? Wesley looked at Martin Tanner in shock. When the young man raised his head and looked at him, Wesley was not only shocked, he was so excited that he didn't know what to say.
"D-Mr. Devonshire, I-I'm honored to meet you."
William smiled and walked in front of him. He took the initiative to extend his hand. "Hello, Wesley."
Wesley hurriedly wiped his hands on his shirt and shook hands with William excitedly. "I-I'm your fan, Mr. Devonshire."
Feeling Wesley's trembling hand, William smiled and nodded at Martin Tanner. The latter immediately said, "I'll wait on the speedboat, Mr. Devonshire. If you need anything, just call me."
"Thank you, Martin. I'll call you if I need anything."
William turned his gaze back to Wesley and let go of his hand. He pointed at a box on the deck and said, "Don't be nervous, Wesley. Accompany me to fish first. We'll talk when you calm down."
"O-okay, sir." Wesley nodded in agreement unconsciously. Then, he began to fiddle with the fishing rod clumsily.
After more than ten minutes, Wesley finally got the sea fishing rod ready. He walked to William's side hesitantly. When he saw that William only smiled at him, he was relieved. "I'm sorry, sir. I-I've never fished before. I don't know if it'll work."
"It's okay." William laughed out loud. "Just throw the bait. All that's left is to wait, just like when we met this time."
Wesley, who was about to throw the bait, was stunned when he heard this. He asked doubtfully, "I-I don't understand."
After thinking about it, Wesley began to feel afraid. He was a lazy person who avoided reality and just waited for death. However, the difficulty of living at the bottom made him very vigilant. He stuttered, "Are you saying that I'm the bait?"
"In a sense, you are." William turned to look at Wesley and smiled. "And if you don't want to die, you have to be the bait."
"Why? I'm just a poor boy. I have no parents, no money, no career. I have nothing. Why did you find me and use me as bait?"
"Relax, relax." William patted Wesley's shoulder. "Don't be agitated, buddy. It's not that I want you to be the bait. It's just that someone wants your father dead and can't beat him, so they have no choice but to use you."
"My father? How is that possible? Are you mistaken? "Wesley hurriedly explained." Mr. Devonshire, my parents passed away a few years ago. "
"I'm not mistaken. Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs are your adoptive parents. Your biological father is still alive." After saying this, William paused for a few seconds before saying apologetically, "Your biological mother passed away a long time ago. I'm sorry."
As a fan, Wesley naturally knew who William was. There was no reason for someone with such a high status to spend so much effort to deceive him. For a moment, Wesley didn't know what to say.
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