"No, that's not right." Charles forced himself to calm down. He thought about it and denied it. "That dagger is at least fifteen centimeters long. With Suzie's size, it's impossible for her to stab the dagger into Marco's chest."
"You actually still love her."
Regardless of whether Suzie was the real culprit or not, William looked strangely at Charles, who was trying his best to defend Suzie, "Buddy, are you masochistic? If that's the case, you really have to see a psychiatrist."
"FKU's psychiatrist, if Suzie is suspected by you, then I will definitely be suspected by you. Damn it, don't think I don't know. No one who is targeted by you has a good ending."
"Ha, it seems that your uncle thinks highly of you. He even told you these things." William narrowed his eyes and stared at Charles. Within a few seconds, Charles felt uncomfortable all over.
His voice trembled as he said, "William, believe me, I did think that something would happen to Marco, but it was definitely not yesterday."
Before the boat yesterday, my idea was to disturb Marco's first meeting with his family after his wedding trip.
But before I could disturb the situation, Marco chased out the captain, the attendants, and other unrelated people in the yacht's hall. Then, he said a lot of nonsense to us, mocking us, who have the right to inherit, as vermin, vampires, and trash.
"In the end, he even said in front of us that he wanted to deprive everyone of their right to inherit. At that time, I was so angry that I was blinded by him. Although my mind was filled with thoughts of him not dying, I really didn't kill him."
In his panic, Charles had actually said that he had thought about Marco's death. This made William stunned, and he couldn't help but believe Charles' words. He smiled and said, "You're so quick to clear your name and ignore your beloved ex-girlfriend."
"To hell with my beloved, I've long lost my love for her. If it weren't for the fact that I was afraid that you would suspect me, I wouldn't care about her."
"You're really heartless, Charles, but I like it, because I'm as annoying as your uncle, understand?"
William patted Charles's shoulder lightly, and Charles hurriedly nodded, "Understood."
"Go and do one thing now. Get someone to get Marco and Toby's hair for a DNA test. I have to confirm if Marco is the one who died."
"What do you mean?" Charles asked William in shock. "God, do you think the dead one is Marco's substitute? How is that possible? "
"Idiot." Glaring at Charles, William calmly said, "Since Marco can have an illegitimate daughter like Grace Ballard, why can't he have other illegitimate children?
What if he deliberately let you all kill each other, and when you all die or are arrested by the police, then all his wealth will be left to that illegitimate child? "
"That's impossible. We're all his relatives or people who saved his life. How could he be so cruel?" Charles said in panic.
"Whether or not it's possible depends on the test report. If the one who died is really Marko, then everything will be fine. If it's not Marko, hehe, then there will be a good show to watch."
William shook his head as he looked at the panicking Charles. "Alright, you can leave now."
"Okay, I'll go check it out."
Once Charles left, William played a few shots alone and glanced at the beautiful coach beside him. He rolled his eyes and smiled as he suggested that the two of them compete.
If he lost, he would have to pay ten thousand dollars, but if the beauty lost, she would have to play for an hour.
This made the beauty named Elena, who was a mix of four countries and had a desert face, and exuded an exotic charm, so she excitedly blew a kiss to William.
Unfortunately, things didn't end as Elena wished. From the first shot, the more Elena played, the more she felt that she was fooled by William.
The starting point was about 100 yards away from the green. She could still keep up with William, who wasn't skilled enough, but when it came to the track more than 200 yards away,
William, whose physical fitness was more than ten times that of an ordinary person, often only needed one shot to reach the green.
How could anyone compete?
In addition, when putting, William didn't need to use his mental power to control the ball. He only needed to scan the path of the ball with his mental power. Even if the ball was three or four meters away, he could make a hole in a few shots.
By the seventh hole, Elena had already lost to William by six shots.
Seeing William hit another ultra-long shot to the green, Elena covered her forehead, looked at the landing point of the ball, and asked the two caddies with some uncertainty, "This shot is 400 yards?"
"No," an older caddie put his palm over his eyes, blocked the sun, and looked carefully for a few seconds before he said with joy, "I think it's at least 430 yards, because the distance from the table to the green is 472 yards."
"416 yards." William, who had been followed by Spider and the Black Edge drone, soon heard Sunday's report from the headset.
Then he shook his head. Although he only used 50% of his strength, he wasn't satisfied with the shot just now. He waved his hand to ask for a ball from the caddie and put it back on the table.
Just as he was about to start, the caddie said, "Sir, I think your waist doesn't twist enough when you use your strength."
William was willing to listen to others when it came to things he didn't understand. He tried to swing a dozen times without a ball, and after each swing, he listened to Sunday's instructions, and his movements became more and more standard.
He soon found the key point of strength, which made the two caddies and Elena almost drop their jaws to the ground.
"God, what kind of monster is this?" Elena whispered to William's caddie.
"This is the illegitimate son of God, who is more awesome than a genius. What can we do?" The caddie shrugged, afraid that William was angry that the three of them were talking about him behind his back, so he said flatteringly.
"Okay, don't be envious. People like Mr. Devonshire were born to beat ordinary people like us."
After William adjusted, he swung his club, and the little white ball flew straight to the green. It fell, bounced a few times, and rolled directly into the green. The caddie couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds, and cursed in disbelief, "What the hell?"
"Does this mean that he broke the record of our course's starting distance?"
The caddie looked helplessly at William, who was in a good mood and walking towards the green, and said enviously, "No, 470 yards is already the record of the public track. Elena, dear, looks like you're going to have a wonderful night."
Elena didn't plan to start again. She had to take more than three shots to reach the green at 472 yards, and there was no chance of winning at all. William and the others also understood, so they didn't ask Elena if she was going to start.
Following the two caddies, Elena whispered, "I just wanted to kill a fat sheep to buy a house."
"God, are you kidding? The person you're going to date is William, Devonshire. You made him laugh. What's your small house? And you're single now, so what's wrong with that? "
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