Holding the phone, William didn't know what to say for a long time. He wouldn't hesitate to get rid of irrelevant people.
However, no matter how much he disliked Charles, William really couldn't do it to his relatives when there was no conflict of interest or enmity between him and Charles. However, if Charles was really the murderer of Malcolm Kans, then it would be a different story.
On the surface, only the Cavendish family was unlucky after the scandal broke out, and it had nothing to do with him. However, everyone in England was clear about the relationship between the Cavendish family and Devonshire. Furthermore, he and Charles had appeared in the live broadcast a few days ago.
He didn't want the two great hereditary ducal families of England to bear the bad reputation of murdering their relatives and lose face completely. Once Charles was found to be involved in the murder, then William would have to do it.
After replying to the Grand Duke of Devonshire with a simple 'understood', William hung up the phone. He frowned and walked around the living room, thinking. Abigail and Jesse didn't dare to breathe loudly.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, William said to Sunday, "Prepare two planes for me. One will send Abby and Jesse back to the London manor, and the other will send me to Monte Carlo in the Principality of Morocco in the south of France."
"Yes, sir."
"My dear, are you really going to participate in this kind of thing?"
Seeing that William was going to the south of France, even if the smart Abigail didn't hear his conversation with the Grand Duke of Devonshire, she only thought that William had said that Kans and his son had hung up.
She immediately understood why William had gone to Monte Carlo. She hurriedly advised him, "Most people can't wait to avoid getting involved in other people's internal affairs. You don't lack money, status, or reputation. There's no need for you to …"
"No, you don't understand. Ever since Charles came to see me that day, I couldn't get away with it," William explained while holding Abigail's hand. "The only way is to completely clear Charles Cavendish of suspicion. Otherwise, Grand Duke Devin and I will lose face among the English nobles and upper class. We might even be labeled as unwelcome."
"Is it that serious?" Abigail asked in surprise. Jesse frowned and said, "Of course it's serious. It's just like when I was on the streets of New York. Anyone who attacks their own people will become public enemies. Whoever kills this traitor will get a lot of benefits."
"Hahaha," William laughed out loud when he heard Jesse link the rich families fighting for inheritance with the vengeance of the Grey Society. "That's right. Although things are different, the meaning is the same. No one wants to deal with people who harm their own people."
After kissing Jessie on the cheek, William turned to Abby and said, "When you go back, take Jessie with you and help me keep an eye on the banquet. I'll be able to finish it in three to two days."
"Two or three days? You're so sure. "
Abigail looked at William strangely. Her eyes seemed to say that this matter must have something to do with you. Otherwise, who would dare to guarantee that it would be settled in two or three days?
William hugged Abby angrily and slapped the round part of her back.
Abby, who was hurt, punched William in the chest and scolded him as a bastard. William, who was already in a bad mood, felt his heart itch.
Two hours later, after sending Abby and Jesse, whose faces were flushed and whose bodies were exuding a lazy feeling after working out, onto the helicopter, William boarded the helicopter to Monte Carlo in a good mood.
When they arrived at Monte Carlo, they directly checked into the Grand Casino Hotel. Before the helicopter landed, they saw a group of people in suits standing about ten meters away from the helipad. They were surrounding an old man who looked like a butler.
William only got off the helicopter when the propeller was turned off. The person who welcomed him came forward and bowed to William, "Good evening, Your Excellency the Grand Duke of Devonshire, I am the butler of the Moroccan royal family, Lowell. I am very happy that you are able to come to Morocco. His Highness the Prince has asked me to send you an official invitation to visit his official residence."
William shook his head and refused, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lowell. You should already know the purpose of my visit. Now is not a good time to meet. Please send my regards to His Highness the Prince and express my apologies."
"Alright, that's a pity." Butler Lowell obviously knew why William had come to Monte Carlo. Someone had previously reported to them that Marco Kans and his son had died on a yacht called 'Queen of the Mediterranean' in French territorial waters.
They originally did not plan to get involved in this matter, but not long after, the relevant departments in France informed them that William would be going to Monte Carlo later to personally pay attention to the death of Marco Kans and his son.
If it was someone else, the royal family might not care, but William also had another identity as the Grand Duke of England. The Moroccan royal family, which was also a noble, naturally had to politely ask William if he was interested in meeting them.
Seeing William's rejection, the old butler quickly understood that William had come here to pay attention to the death of his relatives. In fact, his real purpose was still alive and suspected of murder, Charles Cavendish.
William would definitely not pay attention to and participate in such an internal matter like the others.
He personally sent William to the presidential suite and carefully instructed the hotel's exclusive butler about some aristocratic matters before politely bidding farewell to William.
Early the next morning, as soon as the yacht 'Queen of the Mediterranean' returned from the Mediterranean Sea, everyone who had appeared at the scene of Marco Kans' death yesterday was brought to the Moroccan police station by the French police for questioning.
As for why the French police were investigating, it was very simple. Morocco was completely surrounded by French territory and was the second smallest country in the world, only slightly bigger than the Vatican.
Nominally, it was an independent duchy, but in fact, it was influenced by France in all aspects. Even its foreign policy had to be adjusted to a limited extent according to France's policy.
Now that a super-rich French man had died, it would be strange if Morocco could take over the investigation of the case.
After recording more than three hours of statements, at around 10 am, the nine suspects checked into the French hotel that the French police had requested to stay together.
Within a few minutes, someone personally delivered the statements to William. As he looked at the statements, he compared them with the clues that he had investigated on Sunday night.
William couldn't help but curse Marco's old brain. He thought that since he was the head of the family, a group of juniors would definitely not dare to make a fuss in front of him.
He never thought that from the moment he planned to deprive everyone of their inheritance rights, the one or two people who had long been dissatisfied with his stinginess, harshness, and arrogance would do crazy things.
However, although Marco was dead, what he said on the yacht in front of everyone allowed William to solve a question that had been hidden in his heart for ten years.
That was why his grandfather, Henry Devonshire, only left a small house for his mother and even let Lena take on the debt from treating William's grandmother. It was extremely difficult for him to raise William alone.
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