Sensing Charles's heartbeat that was much faster than a normal person's, William knew that this bastard was not telling the truth. Instead, he was nervous because he lied to him.
He laughed and continued, "By the way, I heard that Marco Kans's current wife is your ex-girlfriend?"
Ignoring Charles's painful expression, William said to himself, "Tell me, can I interpret it this way? As your uncle, Grand Duke Devin, did not help you because he already knew that you and your ex-girlfriend were plotting against his old buddy and brother-in-law, Marco Kans?"
Charles jumped up in fright when he heard William's words. He pointed at the smiling William in panic. "You, you, you …" He was speechless.
He couldn't help but remember Grand Duke Devin's advice to him a few days ago. Even if he couldn't let go of the temptation of a huge inheritance, he shouldn't go to William for help.
Now it seemed that as Grand Duke Devin said, once William was interested, there was nothing he couldn't guess and find out.
But the stronger William was, the more Charles hoped to pull him to his side. Instead of cooperating with the money-grubbing ex-girlfriend who he didn't know what she was thinking, it was better to cooperate with William, who was more powerful and had better intelligence.
At the very least, while satisfying William's appetite, with William's trustworthiness and his scruples about the outside world, not only would he be able to protect himself, but he would also receive more than 1.8 billion USD after taxes.
Now that his thoughts had been guessed, Charles calmed down and stopped pretending to be angry. He straightened his wrinkled clothes, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and poured half a glass for William and himself.
"You know, Suzy was going to be engaged to me, but Marco took her away from me."
Charles, who was paying attention to William's expression, found that not only did William not have the slightest sympathy for him, but there was a mocking look at the corner of his mouth. He cursed in his heart and thought for a few seconds before saying,
"Since you don't want to break the rules, and you don't want to arouse suspicion because the bodyguard is one of your men, then it shouldn't be a problem for you to help me come up with an idea. Those damn rules don't say that I can't give advice to my relatives."
Unfortunately, William, who did not get any benefits, did not care about these things. Charles gritted his teeth and said, not caring if he would completely annoy William, "Don't forget, from the moment I walked into your house, if anything happens in the future, you won't be able to get away with it."
William curled his lips and said, "No, as long as I get you back to England now and lock you up, I'll let you out after everything is over. No one will suspect me."
"But what do you get out of this?" Charles asked. "You really don't want Chateau Margaux and the Formula One team."
"As long as the team spends money, they can still participate in the competition. The winery can wait." William spread out his hands. "I don't need to ruin my reputation just to save one or two hundred million dollars."
"F * ck." Facing the stubborn William, Charles could only increase the bargaining chip. "I'll give you the winery for free. I only ask that you help me collect evidence to get rid of the heirs' murderers."
Secretly collecting evidence was different from directly intervening. Once the evidence was found, he would not even need to show himself. Sunday would be able to release the evidence without any flaws.
Therefore, William nodded in agreement. "No problem, I agree to this condition."
These words made Charles heave a sigh of relief. With this guarantee, he believed that William would at least not watch him die. This made his mind become active again.
"Now that I know that someone wants to get rid of the other heirs, how about we find a reasonable way to let me fake my death? When the mastermind thinks that victory is in his hands, he will hand the evidence to the police, and I will miraculously come back to life."
"Good idea." William looked at Charles' left chest with a teasing look, then gestured to himself and said jokingly.
"Find a gun with a small bullet but a strong penetrating power. Between your third and fourth ribs, avoid your heart and aorta. With one shot, you will definitely bleed non-stop. In the eyes of an ordinary person, you will definitely not live for more than ten minutes."
"But as long as the bleeding is stopped in time and the pressure in the cavity is taken care of, your chances of survival are definitely more than 90%. How about it, do you want to try?"
Originally, William was just joking, but he did not expect Charles to seriously think about it after hearing it. After hesitating for a few minutes, he asked, "Then my lungs will definitely be penetrated by the bullet. Will there be repercussions?"
"What the hell, so ruthless?" William looked at Charles in surprise, but Charles' eyes became firm in a few seconds. "Tell me, what repercussions will there be?"
"Lying in bed for three months, not doing strenuous exercise for a year, and not being injured in the same place for three years. If you quit smoking, there shouldn't be any repercussions." After saying that, William knocked on his ear with uncertainty.
Sunday quickly replied, "Sir, if the wound area is small with a special bullet and the surgery is successful, the repercussions will be very small."
Seeing Charles' eyes light up, William hurriedly advised, "Buddy, there are many ways to fake your death. Some special drugs can have the same effect, but if you really shoot it, as long as it's just a little bit off, you'll have to go see God."
This method was really not a good one. Unless it was a matter of life and death, who would gamble with their own life?
However, Charles' performance once again surprised William. He sat quietly on the sofa, frowning, and said after drinking a lot of wine.
"The drawbacks of faking my death with drugs are too obvious. After that, everyone will understand that I was scheming against others. But getting shot is different. Walking back from the gates of hell will definitely dispel everyone's suspicions."
"Damn it, I think you're crazy about money." William hurriedly shook his head. He originally thought that Charles, who had always been submissive in front of him, was a coward who cherished his life.
He didn't expect this guy to be so ruthless. This was 100% using his own life to gamble for tens of billions of wealth.
A few months ago, when Malcolm Kans met William in London, his wealth was about 26 billion US dollars. Although the stock market was in a slump and had shrunk a lot, it was still about 20 billion US dollars.
After paying the inheritance tax, 10 billion was definitely not a problem.
"Buddy, although I don't like you, I have to say that you are definitely a man. However, I'm sorry, don't look for me for this matter. Even if I don't like you, we are still relatives and there is no enmity between us. If I fail, I will have to blame myself for the rest of my life."
The more William said this, the more Charles believed in him. However, if Charles was familiar with William, he would definitely understand that if he really failed, William would definitely not blame himself as he said.
"FK, who else would I look for for such a confidential matter if not you? Moreover, among the people who can be trusted, only your subordinates have this kind of talent. If you don't do it, there will be an increased risk of exposure if you look for outsiders."
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