"God, you are William Devonshire, the hereditary Grand Duke of England, with a net worth of more than 30 billion dollars, the richest and most handsome diamond bachelor in the world. Can't I fall in love with you at first sight?"
Jesse pouted and looked at William gently as he said, "Perhaps we can go to your room for a cup of coffee and chat. Maybe you'll understand how I feel about you."
Looking at Jessie's charming appearance, William's heart couldn't help but speed up a few times. He was stunned for four or five seconds before he woke up. He pretended to be disgusted and said regretfully, "God, do you know how fake your expression is right now?"
"Is it?" Jesse looked at William in annoyance, "I'm not even a little bit moved."
"Cough, cough." William took a sip of wine and suppressed the impulse in his heart. He continued, "Your expression is too fake, and your voice is emotionless.
The most important thing is that you have a super pig teammate. "
"What?" Jesse turned his head and looked around, and said unhappily, "If you dislike my identity, then I can leave."
"Okay, okay, Jesse." William raised his finger, indicating that this was a restaurant, and then said with a smile, "You probably don't know, but the idiot outside the restaurant wearing a leather jacket with a revolver at the back of his waist sat beside you and me.
He waved his arms excitedly three times, stared at you and me sixteen times, and even muttered to himself, 'Jesse, Jesse, you're the best, we're going to make a fortune' five times. "
"Damn it." Jesse knew that he had been exposed when he heard that. He raised his head and looked at his fairy-like partner outside the restaurant. He supported himself with both hands on the table, grabbed his hair and complained weakly, "Oh, God, that idiot actually waved at me."
William shrugged, put his hand into his chest pocket, put his wallet into the storage space, and lied, "You probably don't know, but I never carry a wallet or cash with me.
If you dare to do anything dangerous to me, the 12 English Parachute Task Force elites around us will immediately let you and your partner understand what it means to be unequal. "
"Is there?" Jesse hurriedly looked around, but after looking for a long time, he didn't find any strange people. "Bastard, are you trying to scare me?"
"God, I'm really defeated by you. My dear Jesse, if you can find them, how can they still be called elites?" However, there were no special forces bodyguards, but there were hundreds and thousands of Spider Robots.
He grabbed Jesse's hand and laughed, "If you don't believe me, then look at your idiot companion."
Jessie struggled a little when William grabbed her hand, but she couldn't break free. She blushed and turned to look at her companions. She looked at them for a few seconds but didn't find anything unusual.
She shook off William's hand and glared at William angrily. "Bastard, you tricked me again."
"Sorry." Looking at the fuming Jesse, William was overjoyed. "I forgot to tell you, you have to snap your fingers."
"If you lie to me again, I promise I'll pounce on you and beat you up." As soon as she finished speaking, Jesse snapped her fingers. William, who wanted a beauty to throw herself into his arms, didn't even have the chance to stop her.
At this moment, Jessie covered her mouth and looked at her trembling companion in disbelief. "God, God." She couldn't help but tighten her grip on William's hand and shouted, "Stop, stop."
Feeling Jessie's nervousness, William smiled and said, "Just snap your fingers again."
"Pa da." A snap of fingers appeared. Her companion immediately paused for a second as if he had pressed the pause button, then fell to the ground.
Just as she was about to get up to check on her companion, William grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the chair. "Don't worry, he's fine."
After saying that, he waved to the restaurant manager, Kyle Glanmore, who was waiting not far away. "Send the gentleman outside the restaurant to the hospital, the expenses are all on me.
Tell him that if he wants to sue me, please get him to prepare a good lawyer, because I guarantee that the 12 lawyers of Yueshda Law Firm will happily take my money and wait to fight a lawsuit with him. The time will be counted in years. "
"Understood, sir." Kyle Glanmore smiled and nodded. He knew very well that there was a prerequisite to fighting a lawsuit with someone like William. If there wasn't enough evidence, then it would be before the court of a capitalist country like America made a judgment.
You would have to have tens of millions of dollars in legal fees and William to delay. If it dragged on for a few years, just the legal fees alone would be enough to bankrupt a middle-class family.
Furthermore, with Kyle Glanmore's eyesight, it was uncertain whether the hooligans outside would dare to call the police. Thus, Kyle smiled and promised, "Don't worry, Mr. Devonshire, our restaurant can handle this kind of thing ourselves."
"Mm, I like you, Kyle. Your tip today is 30%." William laughed.
While they were talking, Jessie's accomplice stood up unsteadily. This made Jessie heave a sigh of relief. Following that, she angrily scolded the accomplice who actually abandoned her and ran away. She angrily took a big gulp of red wine, "Can you let go of my hand? Mr. Devonshire. "
"Sorry, sorry." William released Jessie's hand and chuckled. "Didn't anyone tell you not to lay your hands on people like me who are surrounded by bodyguards?"
"I taught myself." Seeing that her trick was exposed, Jessie angrily glared at William. "Besides, who would know that a super fat sheep like you wouldn't bring a wallet."
"Eyesight, eyesight, my dear Jessie, your eyesight in finding a target is really bad." He turned to look at Brother Black who had been quietly eating and drinking red wine at the table next to him. "How about I help you find someone for special training?"
Following William's gaze, Jessie looked at Brother Black who was in a daze. With just a glance, she whispered to William, "You're not joking, this guy looks like an honest person."
"Honest person? I think you're joking. "
Rolling his eyes at Jessie, William stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on his phone. Sunday quickly displayed Honest Person's profile on a very small virtual image. "Ness Spaghetti, the grandson of the Upper East Side pickpocket Mulam. His adoptive father is Buck Spaghetti.
Sir, if you need anything, just call Abram Tarasov, because the pickpockets in New York are all managed by Mr. Tarasov. "
"No, no, no." Ness Spaghetti, who was sitting at the side and paying attention to William, hurriedly got up and walked to William's side. Just as he pulled out a chair and was about to sit down, he saw William glancing at him, so he immediately stood respectfully and begged for mercy in a low voice.
"Mr. Devonshire, please don't call Mr. Tarasov for the sake of the fact that I haven't disturbed you. Otherwise, people like me won't be able to survive in New York."
"Have a seat." Seeing that Ness was so tactful, William pointed to the seat beside him, then looked at Jessie, who was in disbelief, and said to Ness, "Do you have time to help me with special training for this rookie?"
"I'm not a rookie." Hearing this, Jessie immediately argued. "I've been in this business for three years, I'm not a rookie anymore. Also, who is Abram Tarasov?"
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