William, who planned to strike while the iron was hot and make more money, tried his best to recommend a matching bulletproof T-shirt to the two countries. Unfortunately, the buyers were not idiots, and the people who came to purchase rejected William's proposal without even thinking about it.
This was because wearing the new combat uniform and a bulletproof vest that only cost ten to twenty thousand dollars could also achieve William's protection against sniper shots.
As for the fact that their ribs would be broken, all the buyers pretended not to hear it. In their hearts, they were complaining that William did not know what money was, nor did he know the principle of things going in the opposite direction when they reached an extreme.
It was already a miracle that they were still alive after being hit by a sniper rifle. If they were really injured, they could just retire. But if they were really unscathed, then the number of troops in the future would definitely decrease year by year. Wouldn't a portion of them, the middle-ranking officers, also have to retire?
After Catherine called to tell him this, William shook his head and sighed at Jesse and Abby, "Am I too kind, my dear?"
Jesse, who did not know much about William, shook his head blankly, while Abigail, who knew some things about William, rolled her eyes at him and said faintly,
"There's still a week before Madam Lena's birthday. Instead of worrying about money, you'd better think about when to return to London. Otherwise, when Madam Lena gets angry, I won't dare to speak up for you."
"Damn it," William slapped his forehead, hugged Abigail and kissed her a few times, "If you didn't remind me, I would have forgotten."
After thinking about it, the business was already done, and the rest could be done by Catherine. With the help of Abigail, who had officially taken over some of William's business matters, it was actually the same whether William was involved or not.
The most important thing was that in terms of supervision, legal and financial matters were handled by Moonwatch, and Sunday was responsible for the production of raw materials and overall monitoring. This way, no one could have any ideas about William's money.
Therefore, William just thought about it and said, "We'll go back to London tomorrow and go back to Oxford Castle the day after tomorrow to see how the banquet preparations are going."
"Well, can I not go?" Jesse asked carefully, "I just took over La Tu Winery, and there are too many things to deal with. Also, the winemaker, Mr. Gardell, and the management team have agreed to let me join them to learn winemaking and management knowledge, so I may not have that much time."
"How can you not have time," William rolled his eyes and looked at the unconfident Jesse, "You,"
"Wait, my dear," Abigail said before William could finish his sentence. "If you don't want Madam Lena to be angry, it's best if the three of us don't bring anyone. Otherwise, if Madam Lena hears about this, you'll be in trouble."
Abigail, Madam, Abby Abby's, Abby, Madam Mary, Abby's, Madam.
It was no secret to Abigail, who had lived with Lena for half a year, that his mother liked aristocratic ladies and did not like Ambrosius.
As for Jesse, who was even more embarrassing than Ambrosius, it would be strange if Lena liked her. As for why Abby said not to bring any of them, it was because she did not want to become the public enemy of William's other two women.
With her double doctorate, the director of the National Archives of the United States, and now the director of the Devonshire Family Museum, it would be no problem to bring her out. After all, the identity of a top student would be welcomed in any country.
Moreover, during this period of time, not only did Abigail have to manage the acquisition, appraisal of antiques, and the construction of the family museum, she had also been helping William and Lena with the manor and castle matters, so Lena did not reject her.
However, with Abigail's intelligence, even if she wanted to, she would not say it out loud.
Thinking of his mother's attitude towards his other women, William said helplessly, "Let's go back to London first. Wait for me to mention it to my mother and sound her out. As for what other people think, I don't care."
After saying that, William looked at Jesse and Abigail's expressions. Abigail, as expected, nodded in agreement.
Jesse, on the other hand, looked like she wanted to go but was afraid that she would not be welcomed, so William interrupted her, "The management of Chateau Latour has been separated for more than 20 years. If you go to learn as soon as I buy it, the management team will think that I don't trust them.
So, it's decided. Even if you don't have an official identity and can't go to Oxford Castle, you can go to the London manor if I say so. "
"Okay, then I'll listen to you." Jessie nodded and couldn't help but reveal a smile. William rolled his eyes as he knew that this girl didn't mean what she said. If he really left her alone in France, who knew what she would think in her heart.
After dinner, the three of them were watching TV at 10 pm when they suddenly heard William's phone ring. Seeing that it was France's number, William was puzzled. When he picked it up, he heard that the other party was the Moroccan police.
After listening for more than ten minutes, William hung up the phone and cursed under Abby and Jesse's surprised gazes, "F * ck, how can there be such a stupid father and son in this world?"
Abby hurriedly asked with concern, "What's wrong, dear?"
"Marco Kans and his son Toby Kans are dead. F * ck." Standing up, William angrily scolded the father and son. One was an old bastard and a fool, the other was a coward and an idiot.
They could have died at any time, but it had to be when he had just taken down La Tour.
He originally thought that he would have at least half a year to a year to reach an agreement with Charles, but now that the father and son were dead.
With the character of the Gaul Rooster, William, who had already become the owner of one of the five first-class wineries, wanted to take down Château Margaux again.
Moreover, from what the Moroccan police said, although they hadn't gone on board to check, from the words of the police officer, the father and son were murdered.
If he took over Château Margaux and the F1 team from Charles at this time, from the perspective of the beneficiary, even an idiot would think that this matter had something to do with him.
Just as he was angry, the phone rang again. William, who was in a bad mood, didn't care about the phone at all. Abigail could only pick up the phone on the sofa and take a look. She hurriedly said, "It's the Duke of Devon."
"Damn it, trouble is coming." Taking the phone, William took a few deep breaths and calmed the anger in his heart. "Good evening, Your Excellency."
"Good evening, William." At this time, Grand Duke Devon didn't have the mood to care whether William called him grandfather or not. "You should have heard about Marco's matter, right?"
"Yes, I just received a call from the Moroccan police. Marco and his son Toby were unfortunately killed. Please restrain your grief, Your Excellency."
"No, I'm not sad at all. Ever since that old bastard Marco didn't listen to the advice of us old friends and insisted on marrying a young woman who could be his granddaughter at the age of seeing God, I'm not surprised that he would have an accident."
"I called you to find out if this matter has anything to do with Charles. If it does, and there's no way to deal with it cleanly, then …"
Grand Duke Devon paused for a while before saying, "William, our ancestors are the same person, so don't disgrace our surname."
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