Chapter five hundred and eighty-nine, the vision of who to start is very important
"God, you are William Devonshire, the hereditary Grand Duke of England, with a net worth of over 30 billion US dollars, the richest and most handsome diamond single man in the world. Can't I just fall in love with you at first sight?"
Jesse pouted, looked at William gently and said, "Maybe we can go to your room to drink coffee and chat more, maybe you can understand how I feel about you."
Seeing Jesse's charming look, William's heart beat a few times faster than expected. He was stunned for four or five seconds before he woke up. He pretended to be disgusted and said regretfully, "God, do you know how fake your expression is now?"
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"Really?" Jesse looked at William in annoyance, "I'm not that excited at all."
"Cough, cough", he picked up the wine glass and took a sip, suppressing the impulse in his heart, William continued, "The expression is too fake, and the voice has no emotion at all.
The most important thing is that you have a super pig teammate."
"What?" Jesse turned around and looked around and said dissatisfied, "If you dislike my identity, then I can leave."
"Okay, okay, Jesse." William raised his finger to indicate that this was a restaurant, and then said with a smile, "You probably don't know that the idiot wearing a leather jacket with a revolver stuck in his waist outside the restaurant is sitting next to you.
by my side,
I waved my arms excitedly three times, stared at you and me sixteen times, and muttered to myself, 'Jesse, Jesse, you are the best, we are going to be rich' five times."
"Damn it," Jesse knew the secret was exposed as soon as he heard it. He looked up and looked outside the restaurant at his crazy accomplice. He put his hands on the dining table, grabbed his head and complained feebly, "Oh, God, that idiot actually
Wave at me”.
William shrugged, put his hand into his breast pocket, put his wallet into the storage space, and then lied, "You probably don't know that I never carry a wallet or cash with me. I just transfer money when I need it.
And if you dare to do anything that you think is dangerous to me, the 12 elites of the English Airborne Service will immediately make you and your friends understand what an unequal attack is."
"Is there one?" Jesse was so frightened that he looked around, but after looking for a long time, he didn't find any strange people. "Asshole, are you trying to scare me?"
"God, I'm really defeated by you, dear Jesse, if I can find you, how can I still be called an elite?" But there are no special forces bodyguards, and hundreds of spider robots are real.
He grabbed Jesse's hand and said with a smile, "If you don't believe it, just look at your idiot companion."
With William grabbing his hand, Jesse struggled slightly. After being unable to break free, he turned to look at his companion with a red face. He looked for a few seconds, but found nothing unusual.
He broke away from William's hand with his backhand and glared at William angrily, "Asshole, you are playing tricks on me again."
"I'm sorry", looking at the angry Jesse, William felt happy in his heart, "I forgot to tell you, you have to snap your fingers."
"If you lie to me again, I promise to jump on you and beat you." As soon as he finished speaking, Jesse snapped his fingers, leaving no chance for William, who wanted the beauty to throw himself into his arms, to stop him.
At this moment, Jesse covered his mouth and looked at his trembling accomplice in disbelief. "God, God", he couldn't help but tighten his grip on William's hand, and shouted hurriedly, "Stop it, stop it!"
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Feeling Jesse's nervousness, William smiled and said, "Just snap your fingers again."
"Pap", a snap of fingers appeared, and her companion immediately paused for a second as if pressing the pause button before falling to the ground.
Just as he was about to get up to see his companion, Jesse was grabbed by William's hand and pulled back to the chair before he got up, saying, "Don't worry, he's fine."
After saying that, he waved to Kyle Grammer, the restaurant manager who was waiting not far away, "The cost of sending the gentleman outside the restaurant to the hospital is all mine.
Tell him that if he wants to sue me, please ask him to prepare a good lawyer, because I guarantee that the 12 barristers at Yuexida Law Firm will happily take my money and wait for a fight with him.
, a lawsuit whose time is measured in years.”
"Understood, sir." Kyle Grammer nodded with a smile. He knew very well that there must be a prerequisite for a lawsuit with a person like William. If there is no sufficient evidence, before the court of a capital country like the United States pronounces a verdict,
You have to spend dozens or millions of dollars in legal fees with William. If it drags on for several years, the legal fees alone can bring down a middle-class family.
And with Kyle Grammer's eyesight, it's hard to tell whether the little gangsters outside dare to call the police, so Kyle smiled and assured, "Don't worry, Mr. Devonshire, our restaurant will handle this kind of thing ourselves."
It can be done.”
"Well, I like you, Kyle, your tip today is 30%", William laughed.
Just as she was talking, Jesse's accomplice stood up unsteadily, which made Jesse feel relieved. Then she became angry and cursed in a low voice at her accomplice who had left her and ran away, shouting angrily.
He took a sip of red wine and said, "Can you let go of my hand? Mr. Devonshire."
"Sorry, sorry." William let go of Jesse's hand and said with a smile, "Didn't anyone tell you not to attack someone like me who is surrounded by bodyguards?"
"I'm all self-taught." Seeing that the trick was exposed, Jesse glared at William angrily and said, "And no one knows that a fat sheep like you doesn't carry a wallet."
"Perception, vision, dear Jesse, your vision for finding a target is really bad." He turned to look at the black guy who was quietly eating and drinking red wine at the table next to him, "I'll help you find someone to tell you."
How was the special training?”
Following William's gaze, Jesse looked at the dumbfounded black guy, and after just one glance, he whispered to William, "You're not joking, this guy looks like an honest man."
"Honest man? I think you are joking."
Rolling his eyes at Jesse, William reached out and tapped on his phone. Sunday quickly displayed Candide's avatar on a small virtual image, "Nice Spurge, the owner of Upper East Side pickpocket Lem."
Grandson, adoptive father is Bucky Spurge,
Sir, if you need anything, just call Abram Tarasov, because all the pickpockets in New York are managed by Mr. Abram Tarasov."
"No, no, no", Nice Spurge, who was sitting aside and had been paying attention to William, quickly stood up and walked to William. He just pulled out the chair and wanted to sit down, but saw William glance at him and immediately stood respectfully.
He stood and begged for mercy in a low voice,
"Mr. Devonshire, please see that I haven't disturbed you, please don't call Mr. Abram Tarasov, otherwise people like me will definitely not be able to get along in New York."
"Have a seat." Seeing that Nice was so sensible, William pointed to the seat next to him, then looked at Jesse who looked disbelieving and said to Nice, "Can you help me give this rookie some special training?"
"I'm not a rookie," Jesse immediately argued after hearing this. "I've been doing this for three years and I'm no longer a rookie. Who is Abram Tarasov?"