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Seeing that Wesley was just an ordinary person, Vincent Tangwen kindly advised, "Don't be excited, Mr. Gibbs, a gentleman has already ordered the dishes for you and paid in advance.
So, if I were you, I would follow the guest's request and wait quietly while eating, maybe the big shot wants to observe you secretly."
The inexperienced Wesley hesitated for a few seconds after listening, but he was actually not stupid and nothing would happen to him in public, so he sat down obediently and tried to behave naturally.
But when Vincent Tang Wen poured him a drink in person and mentioned that the bottle of wine was Lafite worth 6,000 US dollars, Wesley immediately couldn't hold it in any longer. His whole body was tense and he stammered.
Thank you,
Then my palms and forehead began to sweat, and I took a clumsy sip.
The whole process of aperitif, appetizers, stew, two first courses and side dishes, dessert, and after-dinner wine took Wesley just over half an hour to finish. It was amazing to see Vincent serving him personally.
-Tang Wen shook his head inwardly.
Silently thinking, I hope William, who is sitting at a hidden dining table not far away and observing while eating, will not dislike Wesley, a guy with no etiquette.
Thinking of this, Vincent Tang Wen didn't turn around and glanced in the direction of William.
This glance was immediately noticed by the restaurant manager who was standing more than one meter behind William, and then the manager gave Vincent Tang Wen a fierce look.
This manager would come to serve William in person just because William showed an unprecedented smile a few days ago and introduced a Chinese restaurant to the paparazzi.
And that restaurant also appeared in most newspapers and TV news the next day with William, and suddenly it became famous from a young age to a hot spot.
I heard from some colleagues that Michelin observers secretly visited the restaurant on the third day of the report.
No one knows whether it will be promoted to one Michelin star, but it is true that the business of that restaurant has been very good recently, so the manager will never dare to treat William lightly.
Fortunately, this restaurant itself has three Michelin stars, so the restaurant manager didn't act clever and let the news out that William was dining here.
All I wanted to do was serve William, the super darling of the media, and not give him any chance to speak ill of their restaurant.
After half an hour, William put down his wine glass with satisfaction and smiled at the manager, "Thank you, it tastes very good. Say hello to Mr. Chef for me."
This compliment made the manager very happy. He bowed with a smile on his face and said, "Okay, Mr. Devonshire, I will take your words with you to Chef Hansen. Yours will definitely be an honor for our restaurant."
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"Yeah", after paying the bill by swiping his card, William walked out of the restaurant and drove away.
Ten minutes later, Wesley got into a car under the guidance of Vincent Tangwen and went all the way to the New York Yacht Club.
As soon as he got off the car, another middle-aged man walked up to him with several people in security uniforms, "Mr. Wesley Gibbs?"
Looking at the huge signboard of the yacht club, Wesley nodded blankly.
The middle-aged man did not look angry at Wesley's attitude and said with a smile, "Mr. Gibbs, I am the manager of the New York Yacht Club, Martin Donner, please follow me."
"Don, Mr. Donner, could you please ask me who the person I am meeting is?"
"Sorry, Mr. Gibbs, you will understand this problem yourself when you meet the big man." Martin Donner smiled and stretched out his hand to signal Wesley to follow him all the way to the speedboat.
Want to go to sea? This made Wesley hesitate for a few seconds, but he shook his head after hesitating for a few seconds. He was just an ordinary person with no savings, no car, no house, and no career.
No one would spend so much money and effort to kidnap him, but when the speedboat started to move, Wesley would inevitably start thinking wildly.
Ten minutes later, the speedboat approached a large yacht. Wesley followed Martin Donner onto the yacht in confusion. As soon as he reached the front deck of the yacht, he saw a young man loading bait on the fishing rod in his hand.
When Martin Downer saw the young man, he immediately said respectfully, "Mr. Devonshire, Mr. Gibbs is here."
Devin Hill Wesley looked at Martin Donner in shock. When the young man not far away looked up at him, Wesley was not only shocked, but also so excited that he didn't know how to speak like this.
"De, Devon Hill, sir, I, I am honored to meet you."
William walked up to him with a smile and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Wesley."
Wesley hurriedly wiped his palms on his clothes before shaking hands with William excitedly, "I, I am your fan, Mr. Devonshire."
Feeling Wesley's hands trembling, William smiled and nodded to Martin Donnell, who immediately said, "I'll wait on the speedboat, Mr. Devonshire, just call me if you need anything."
"Thank you, Martin, I will call you if necessary."
Turning his eyes back to Wesley, he let go of his hand, and William pointed to a box on the deck and said, "Don't be nervous, Wesley, go fishing with me first, and we'll talk after you calm down."
"Okay, okay, sir," Wesley nodded in agreement unconsciously, and then began to fiddle with the fishing rod clumsily.
It took more than ten minutes to finally get the fishing rod ready. Wesley walked to William's side slowly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that William just smiled to himself, "Sorry, sir, I, I've never fished before.
I don’t know if it’s possible.”
"It doesn't matter," William laughed loudly, "just wave the bait out, the rest is waiting, just like when we met this time."
When Wesley, who was about to swing out the bait, heard this, he was immediately stunned and asked doubtfully, "I, I don't understand,"
Then after thinking about it, Wesley began to get scared. He was a lazy guy who escaped from reality and waited for death. However, the difficulty of life at the bottom also made him very wary. He stammered, "Are you saying I am a bait?"
"In a sense, you are," William turned to look at Wesley, and then said with a smile, "and if you don't want to die, you have to be this bait."
"Why, I'm just a poor boy with no parents, no money, no career, nothing. Why did you find me and use me as bait?"
"Relax, relax", William patted Wesley on the shoulder, "Don't get excited, man, it's not that I want you to be a bait, but some people who want your father dead but can't kill him have to use you."
"My father? How is that possible? Are you mistaken?" Wesley hurriedly explained, "Mr. Devonshire, my parents passed away one after another a few years ago."
"That's right, Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs are your adoptive parents, and your biological father is still alive." William paused for a few seconds before saying apologetically, "Your biological mother passed away a long time ago, I'm sorry."
Who is William? As his fan, Wesley certainly understands that there is no reason for someone with such a high status to spend so much effort to deceive him. For a moment, Wesley didn't know what to say.