Early the next morning, William woke up and reached for his side, but found nothing. He could not help but remember that he had sent away Nissa, who was reluctant to part with her last night.
He picked up his mother, Abigail, and Jessie from the safe house and came to the living room. William wanted to comfort his worried mother with words.
Lena shook her head angrily and looked at William and Abigail and Jessie, who did not look well but were forcing a smile at her.
She said goodnight and went straight upstairs to her room.
As soon as Lena left, Abigail pulled Jessie, who was also unhappy with him, to her room.
William, who was a little confused for a moment, subconsciously raised his arm and sniffed.
He immediately understood that he had Nissa's perfume on him, which must have been smelled by Abigail, Jessie, and his mother.
He shrugged, knowing that Abby, who had always been broad-minded, would be angry. She probably blamed him for letting the three of them stay in the safe house in fear.
As a result, William himself was seeking pleasure, but he could not explain it, let alone apologize to the two women. He would just pretend that nothing had happened.
He got up, washed up, changed his clothes, and went downstairs. He only saw Jessie alone on the small coffee table by the window, wearing headphones and looking at a color-printed album.
After seeing William, Jessie first smiled, and then thought of something. She lowered her head and continued to look at the album.
Ha, it must be Abigail who told her to ignore me. William shrugged and went to the dining room to have breakfast first.
He asked where his mother and Abby were on Sunday and learned that the two had gone to the Chelsea team together.
"Sir, the Premier League winter break has begun. The agents of Buffon and Ronaldo will officially discuss the salary with the team today."
While eating breakfast, William asked, "How much did the transfer cost?"
"The five players you requested are estimated to cost 60 million pounds, but the team has been in good shape recently.
Manager Mourinho's purge has reduced the number of players, and the transfer cost will be 20 million pounds less than the estimated 100 million pounds. "
"That means it's only 80 million pounds?" William froze for a moment, and it did not take long for him to understand.
There were many famous players in the team who were over 30 years old, and now they had the self-healing liquid.
These wily old foxes with good experience and skills were not afraid that injuries would ruin their future career and affect their earning for a few more years.
The explosive energy would be far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
In addition, the owner of the team was someone who only cared about results and did not care about money.
With results, wasn't it normal to gain both fame and fortune?
Of course, this was just what the players thought. At the very least, when they really won the championship, Lena would definitely care more about money than William.
After finishing his breakfast, he returned to the living room and pulled up Jesse, who had been listening to his movements, and hugged her. After taking a whiff of her fragrance, it didn't take long for her to become obedient.
At noon, when his mother and Abby returned home, they saw William lying on the sofa in the living room with his head resting on Jessie's lap. He was giggling and talking about something, which made Jessie laugh softly from time to time.
With a silent sigh, Lena went straight to the kitchen while Abby glared at the embarrassed Jesse.
William turned back to look at her and pointed to a large wooden cabinet in the living room. "There are five oil paintings worth 200 million pounds over there. They seem to be by Picasso and Monet.
If you're interested, help me take a look. "
"God." Abigail, who was covering her mouth with her heart pounding, was not in the mood to care about Jesse surrendering to William in just one morning.
She quickly walked to the wooden cabinet and found some tools to open it herself. After looking at the first Monet painting,
She excitedly called out to God.
When her mother came out to call everyone to eat, she heard Abby deliberately complaining that William had placed the oil paintings worth 200 million pounds in the living room.
She couldn't help but complain to him.
"Okay, let's eat lunch first." Holding Jesse's hand, William said indifferently, "Maybe in a few days, there will be more paintings or antiques that are hundreds or thousands of years old. You'll be busy then."
"Wait." Looking at William walking towards the dining room, Abigail couldn't care less about being angry and quickly chased after him.
She hugged his other arm and asked excitedly, "Tell me what kind of antiques there are first. Otherwise, I won't be in the mood to eat."
William dragged Abby into the dining room and pressed her down on a chair. After he sat down, William said.
"I don't know what exactly there are, but I'm sure that the antiques this time are all from Europe."
After thinking for a moment, Abby whispered into William's ear, "You didn't steal it from someone again, did you?"
Pinching Abby's face, William giggled and said, "How can it be something you should care about? Just tell me if you like it or not."
"Then, check if these antiques are stolen or not. As for the rest, if you keep nagging, I'll let someone else take care of it."
"Humph." She glared at William in dissatisfaction.
However, she was only angry for a moment. Her hand sneaked from the table to William's leg and pinched it.
Seeing that William was enduring the pain and didn't make a sound, her anger subsided a little. "Dear, should we buy a place to store the antiques first?"
Renting the underground vault of the Bank of England now costs 900,000 pounds a month. If we wait for the Devonshire Family Museum to be built,
In a year and a half, the rental fee alone will cost 15 million pounds. "
William, who was hurt by the pinch, silently reached out and rubbed his leg. He said unhappily, "Long hair but short of insight. This little money is used to buy insurance and stability."
"There are three police stations near the Bank of England. Plus, the independent vault system has been controlled by Sunday. For the time being, there's no place safer than that."
"Hehe." Seeing William rubbing his leg, Abby was in a good mood and didn't care that he called her stupid.
She happily talked to Lena about the team. After lunch, she wholeheartedly focused on the five oil paintings. She didn't have the mood to care about Jesse, who kept pulling William to talk about the winery.
At 11: 30 that night, William, who was sleeping while hugging his left and right, suddenly opened his eyes and broke free from Jesse's arms.
He quietly got up, changed his clothes, and went to the living room on the first floor. After waiting for more than ten minutes, Sunday reported.
"Sir, the emissary of the Blood Breeds has arrived."
A moment later, a burst of car lights flashed past. William walked to the door of the main building and saw Serena and an old man with white hair getting out of an old Rolls-Royce.
Just as he stood still, the white-haired old man took a few steps forward and bowed to William, who was standing on the steps.
"Good evening, Your Excellency the Grand Duke of Devonshire. I am Thomas, a member of the Blood Breeds Council. It is an honor to meet you."
"Hello, Mr. Thomas. I am William Devonshire, the hereditary Grand Duke of Oxford. Welcome to my manor, please."
He stretched out his hand and gestured for Thomas to follow him. As for shaking hands, it was better not to.
He turned around and walked into the main building.
Looking at William's back, Thomas suddenly pressed on Serena's shoulder and stared at her sternly while shaking his head.
Reluctantly letting go of the gun, before Serena could think, a figure suddenly walked out from the darkness.
Looking at Black Phantom, who was wearing a black armor that did not reflect any light, she finally understood why Thomas was holding her down so tightly.
She helplessly handed over her gun. Just as the two were about to walk into the main building, Black Phantom stretched out his hand and blocked Thomas, staring straight at his hand.
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