After getting rid of Marco, William ignored this guy's body. No one would come to this safe house for a year and a half. After getting in the car, he drove a dozen blocks to the outside of the 13th arrondissement of Paris and got off the car.
, William left directly without closing the door.
He was sure that this car would be driven away in a few minutes. Where is the Thirteenth District? This is a chaotic and disorderly dark area like Hell's Kitchen. If the car is driven into the Thirteenth District, no one will go in to look for it.
.
In a few days, this car will be repainted and sold by people in District 13 without leaving any clues.
After walking two blocks, I found a 24-hour coffee shop. I went in and ordered a latte sandwich and started eating and drinking slowly. I rested for a few minutes and looked at my watch. The time was almost 5:30. William took out his mobile phone and called Sophie.
"Beep, beep." The phone rang for dozens of seconds before it was connected. As soon as William was connected, he heard Sophie complaining, "God, William, what time is it? If you have anything, we can't wait for a few hours."
Well".
"Haha, I'm sorry, Sophie, I know it's a bit early, but my work is urgent." William also knew that it was 5 o'clock in the morning in France, and it was less than 4 o'clock in Scotland, but he had no choice but to find Jin early.
Ni, things can end sooner.
"Okay, what do you want to do with me? Isn't it related to the Holy Grail again?"
"Haha, don't worry, I will take care of the Holy Grail matter. You and Langdon will stay in Scotland and wait for my news. I am looking for you this time to ask your grandmother about something. Can Sophie help me find your grandmother to answer the phone?
The matter is urgent."
Hearing that William was not looking for them about the Holy Grail, Sophie was greatly relieved, "Okay, I hope grandma gets up, otherwise I will be scolded. Her sleep has not been very good, and she hates people the most.
If you disturb his rest, I will call you back later."
After waiting for about 20 minutes, William's mobile phone received a call from Sophie. After the call was connected, he heard an old voice, "Good morning, Devonshire child, you must have something urgent to call me so early.
Just say it, as long as I can do it."
"Thank you, Mrs. St. Clair. Do you know a man named Patrick St. Clair?" William said.
"Patricks? St. Clair? What are you looking for him for? Private matters or revenge?" Mrs. St. Clair asked somewhat urgently, but she knew who Patricks was doing and what.
Hearing Mrs. St. Clair's serious tone, William knew that she really knew Patrick, the manager of the underground auction house. "Don't worry, madam, I have no grudge against Patrick. I only came to him to get help from him."
Buy someone, a 17-year-old girl."
Mrs. St. Clair was silent for a while on the phone before she said: "Sorry, William, I really want to tell Pacus to send the girl to you immediately, but the underground auction house is not the private property of our St. Clair family. It has many
Shareholder, I can't directly make the decision to let the girl go, and the rules of the underground auction house are that no one can take anything away without paying a price. Everything in the underground world is business, and it has nothing to do with morality, only money."
"Understood, I will pay. I will wait for Patrice at the Four Seasons Hotel in Paris. Goodbye, Mrs. St. Clair." After saying this, William hung up the phone. He no longer wanted to have any contact with the St. Clair family.
When he heard the old lady say that everything was business and only related to money, William felt angry in his heart.
The last time Mrs. St. Clair saw Sophie, her face was full of love and kindness. William's first impression of the old lady was very good, but today's phone call made him realize the reality. No matter how loving or friendly, it is still right.
Only your own relatives will have it.
These suffering families would not treat outsiders with any kindness, and their true colors were ruthlessness. William couldn't help but shuddered when he thought that he would become like Mrs. St. Clair in a few decades.
He hurriedly shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind, and called his exclusive account manager at National Bank to buy a presidential suite at the Four Seasons Hotel.
After drinking coffee and waiting for twenty minutes, William got into the car sent to pick him up by the Four Seasons Hotel amid the envious eyes of the people around him.
When he arrived at the hotel, William walked into the suite under the guidance of the exclusive butler of the hotel's presidential suite. He told the butler to bring him immediately if anyone came to see him. He took a good bath, put on his pajamas, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.
It was already noon when he heard the doorbell in a daze. He put on his pajamas and opened the door. He saw the housekeeper, a middle-aged man and several bodyguards standing outside the door.
The butler said to William: "Mr. Devonshire, this is Mr. Patrick St. Clair."
William nodded to Patrick, "Come in, Mr. St. Clair" and walked to the sofa to sit down.
Patrick St. Clair didn't care about William's rudeness. After ordering the bodyguards to stay outside, he walked into the suite and said to William with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Devonshire, I'm sorry to disturb you.
Mrs. St. Clair asked me to apologize to you, and I hope this incident will not affect your friendship with the St. Clair family."
William didn't want to talk to this kind of scum, and he didn't think St. Clair cared about his friendship. He looked at his watch and it had been six hours since Patrick came to see him.
This made William even more angry. He interrupted Pacus and said, "Okay, let's just tell you how much I need to pay you to take Ginny away."
Seeing that William was so unkind to him, Pacus already regretted taking over the Albanian goods. Compared with losing the friendship of the Devonshire family, the money he earned from selling people was really only a drop in the bucket.
If he could make the decision, he would definitely send Ginny over immediately, but he is just a manager. "For $100,000, as long as you pay Miss Ginny, she can stand in front of you in half an hour."
"Okay, you can go. Now go to the branch of the Swiss National Bank in Paris and call this number. Someone will give you 100,000 US dollars in cash." William wrote a phone number to Pacus and drove away.
"Wait, Mr. Devonshire," Patrick said to William after taking the number: "I know this incident has made you very disappointed in our St. Clair family, but everything I have done, Sophie, she is
If you don’t know, please don’t implicate Sophie because of me. She cherishes the friendship she has established with you.”
William believed that Sophie was innocent because she didn't have the time to get involved. As for whether Sophie would take over the family affairs in the future, William didn't know, and he didn't want to know now, so he nodded perfunctorily to Pacus.
, "Don't worry, I won't implicate and blame Sophie. If you are satisfied, there will be no Pacus."
Pacus nodded and smiled and said: "Thank you, Mr. Devonshire."
"You can leave when you are satisfied. You should be lucky that it is me who is here. If my friend comes over, he will definitely kill you."
"Thank you. Finally, in order to make up for my mistake, after several hours of hard work, I got some information. I hope it can be helpful to you."