Chapter six hundred and seven hidden questions for ten years
Holding the phone in his hand, William didn't know what to say for a long time. Asking him to kill irrelevant people, he promised that there would be no hesitation.
But no matter how much he didn't like Charles, William really couldn't do anything to his relatives when there was no conflict of interest or enmity between Charles and himself. But if Charles was really the murderer of Marco Cans, that would have to be another story.
On the surface, it was only the Cavendish family that was unlucky after the scandal broke out. What does it have to do with him? But no one in England knew the relationship between Cavendish and Devonshire. In addition, he had a careless relationship with Charles a few days ago.
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He didn't want the two major hereditary ducal families in England to bear the bad reputation of murdering their relatives and lose their face completely. Once Charles was really found to be related to the murder, William would have to take action.
After Jian Jian and the Duke of Devon replied, "Understood," William hung up the phone and walked around the living room with a frown on his face, thinking about it. Abigail and Jesse didn't dare to breathe.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, William said to Sunday, "Prepare two planes for me, one to take Abby and Jesse back to the London Manor, and the other to take me to Monte Carlo, the Principality of Morocco in southern France."
"Okay, sir".
"Honey, are you really going to get involved in something like this?"
Seeing that William was going to the south of France, she was as smart as Abigail. Even if she didn't hear the call between him and the Duke of Devon, she just thought of William saying that the father and son of Cans had died.
She understood what William was going to Monte Carlo for, and urged her anxiously, "Most people don't have time to hide this kind of meddling in other people's internal affairs. You don't need money, status, or reputation."
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"No, you don't understand. Ever since Charles came to see me that day, I have been inseparable." William took Abigail's hand and explained, "The only way is to completely distance yourself from Charles Cavendish.
Otherwise, the Archduke Devon and I will lose face among the English nobility and upper class, and may even be labeled as unwelcome."
"So serious." Abigail asked in surprise. Jesse, who was following him, frowned and said, "Of course it's serious. Just like when I was on the streets of New York, anyone who attacked one of their own people would be punished."
Becoming a public enemy, whoever kills this traitor will gain a lot of benefits."
"Hahaha", William laughed loudly when he heard Jesse linking the rich family's fight for inheritance with the grudge society vendetta, "Yes, although the things are different, the meaning is the same. No one wants to be with someone who does evil to one of their own.
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After kissing Jesse on the cheek, William turned to Abi and said, "When you go back, take Jesse to help me keep an eye on the banquet. I can get it done in as little as three days or as little as two days."
"Two or three days? Are you so sure?"
Abigail looked at William strangely, as if saying, this matter must be related to you, otherwise who can guarantee that it will be solved in two or three days.
William was so angry that he hugged Abi and slapped her in the round area behind her.
Abi, who was hurt by the beating, punched William in the chest and cursed bastard in a sweet voice. William, who was already in a bad mood, felt itchy in his heart.
Two hours later, Abby and Jesse, flushed in the face and exuding laziness after working out, were put on the helicopter, and William boarded the helicopter to Monte Carlo in a happy mood.
After arriving in Monte Carlo, we checked into the Grand Casino Hotel. Before the helicopter landed, we saw a group of people in suits standing about ten meters outside the tarmac around an old man who looked like he was a butler.
It wasn't until the helicopter turned off the propeller that William stepped off the plane. The person who greeted him came forward and bowed to William and said, "Good evening, His Excellency the Grand Duke of Devonshire. I am Lowell, the steward of the Moroccan royal family. I am very happy to
Since you are able to come to Morocco, His Highness the Prince has asked me to send you a formal invitation to be a guest at my official residence."
William shook his head and refused, "Sorry, Mr. Lowell, you should already know the purpose of my visit. Now is not a good time to meet. I would like to say hello to His Excellency the Prince and express my apology."
"Well, that's such a pity." Of course Butler Lowell knew why William came to Monte Carlo. Someone had reported to them before that Marco Cans and his son died on a ship called "Queen of the Mediterranean" in French territorial waters.
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They had no intention of getting involved in this matter, but not long after, the relevant French authorities informed them that William would go to Monte Carlo later to pay personal attention to the death of Marco Cans and his son.
If it were anyone else, the royal family might not care, but William also has the status of being the Grand Duke of England, and he is also a noble member of the Moroccan royal family. Of course, he had to politely ask William if he was interested in meeting.
Seeing William's rejection, the old housekeeper soon understood that William came here, he said, to pay attention to the death of his relatives, but in fact, his real purpose was to pay attention to Charles Cavendish, who was still alive and suspected of murder.
William is definitely not as concerned and involved in this kind of internal family affairs as others.
He personally sent William to the presidential suite, and carefully told the hotel's exclusive butler some aristocratic things before politely saying goodbye to William.
Early the next morning, as soon as the yacht "Queen of the Mediterranean" returned from the Mediterranean and landed, everyone who was present at the death scene of Marco Cans yesterday was taken to the Moroccan police station for questioning by the French police.
As for why the French police are investigating, the matter is very simple. As the second smallest country in the world, Morocco is completely surrounded by France and is only slightly larger than the Vatican.
It is an independent principality in name, but in fact it is influenced by France in all aspects, and even its foreign policy has to be adjusted to a limited extent based on French policies.
Now that a French super-rich man has died, it is strange that Morocco can take over the investigation of the case.
After recording confessions for more than three hours, around 10 a.m., nine suspects checked into the Hotel de France where the French police requested centralized accommodation.
Within a few minutes of the confession, someone personally delivered it to William. While reading the confession, he compared it with the clues that were investigated on Sunday night.
William couldn't help but scold Marco for being out of his mind. He thought that as the head of the family, no one among the juniors would dare to say anything in front of him.
I never thought that one or two people who had long been dissatisfied with his stinginess, meanness, and arrogance from the time he planned to deprive everyone of their inheritance rights would do such crazy things.
However, although Marco died, what he said in front of everyone on the yacht allowed William to solve a question that had been hidden in his heart for ten years.
That's why his maternal grandfather, Henry Devonshire, only left a small house for his mother, and even made Lina bear the foreign debt left by William's grandmother's medical treatment, making it extremely difficult to support William alone.