Six hundred and thirteen chapters spend one billion to make ten billion
After resuscitating Charles, the man who treated his wounds relaxed and showed humanity to the man in the car who was dressed as a doctor.
"Bernie, it's your turn."
"Hell, why am I so unlucky? There is a 1 in 4 chance of it hitting me on the head."
Although Bernie complained, he honestly took off his white coat, put on casual clothes and lay on the stretcher. Clarence, the doctor from their team, handed him the medicine and swallowed it with water.
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A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived at the largest hospital in Monte Carlo. Clarence loudly told the doctors in the hospital's emergency room that one was shot and the other was food poisoning.
Watching Charles and his teammate Bernie being pushed into the hospital, the other three members of Brian Mills' team drove away in an ambulance as if nothing had happened.
After driving the ambulance back to the emergency company, Sam, Casey, and Clarence changed into civilian clothes, hung a sold billboard on the door of the emergency company, locked the door, and left.
After dialing William's number, Sam said, "Boss, the matter is settled."
"Well, I rented four villas on the beach and put on a complete show. You and your family can spend a few days in Monte Carlo with peace of mind."
"clear".
After hanging up the phone, William didn't wait long when the butler of the Grand Casino Hotel knocked on the door and came in, "Mr. Devon Hill, we just received some unfortunate news.
Mr. Charles Cavendish was shot more than ten minutes ago and is currently being treated in the emergency room of the hospital."
"What?"
Pretending to be surprised and flustered, William started to make a phone call with a gloomy face after listening to the butler's report. Half an hour later,
He got on the motorcade arranged by the hotel and rushed to the hospital with more than twenty temporary security guards.
Before the convoy entered the hospital parking lot, a large group of reporters were seen from a distance waiting outside the hospital, and four large SUVs escorted a Rolls-Royce driving over.
These reporters immediately understood that the rumor that William had arrived in Monte Carlo was true, and immediately surrounded the motorcade, slapping the windows and asking questions loudly.
Within an hour, the news that William walked into the hospital with a sullen expression and being protected by more than 20 security guards appeared in France and England, and then spread all over the world.
Within half an hour of waiting in the hospital, William's cell phone rang. As soon as he answered the call, he heard Archduke Devon anxiously asking, "How is Charles's condition?"
"I don't know yet, but the situation should be pretty good."
After thinking for a few seconds, William continued, "Charles was very lucky. When he was shot, an ambulance carrying a tourist with food poisoning happened to pass by the shooting scene.
The emergency doctor helped him stop the bleeding and deal with the intra-abdominal air pressure. According to what I understand, the hospital has not yet notified me of critical illness. This means that the bullet did not hit the aorta or heart, and the probability of Charles surviving is
It’s pretty big.”
"Thank God." Listening to William saying that Charles had a high probability of being alive, the Duke of Devon felt at ease for no reason.
As soon as the biggest worry in his heart was eliminated, the old fox couldn't help but become confused again.
Using the excuse of his family's reputation, he finally asked William to deal with Charles's affairs.
Logically speaking, with William's intelligence, he would not have thought of sending someone to protect or monitor Charles before finding out whether he was the murderer.
Since Charles, who was supposed to be protected or under surveillance, still had an accident, Archduke Devon asked, "Did Charles do what happened to Marco?"
William said, "No, the murderer is someone else."
"Since he is not the murderer, why do you still let him be shot?" Before William could answer, Archduke Devon pointed out, "How lucky?"
"Yes, good luck." He rolled his eyes and cursed the old fox in his mind. William smiled and said, "I will take care of the Monte Carlo matter. We will have a good chat about the rest on my mother's birthday in a few days."
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"What to talk about?"
"Talk about what you care about, and maybe I'll have to congratulate you soon."
Hearing this, the Duke of Devon, who was already suspicious, couldn't help but feel a secret joy in his heart. He was glad that he had put down his dignity and begged William, a super sinister man, to deal with Charles's affairs.
Maybe it won't be long before the Cavendish family will have a billionaire.
"That's what we need to talk about. I'll wait for your good news. Goodbye, William."
After hanging up the phone, William muttered softly, "I want to make tens of billions by spending one billion. How can there be such a good thing in the world?" Therefore, William did not reject the meeting with the Grand Duke of Devon a few days later, and even looked forward to it.
Most of Marco's inheritance consists of company stocks, which are difficult to liquidate, but it is not impossible to get another benefit from the Duke of Devon. As for what Charles will think, that is a matter for their surnamed Cavendish.
A few hours later, the light outside the operating room door went out. After a while, the surgeon walked out of the operating room and said to William, "The operation was successful, but we don't know why Mr. Cavendish hasn't woken up. If, if",
After hesitating for a moment, seeing that William's expression did not change, the surgeon in charge said, "If he doesn't wake up in three days, then Mr. Cavendish may have injured his brain due to blood loss and stopped breathing for too long, and turned into a vegetative state."
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"Damn", William, who was thinking that he had messed up, saw Charles being pushed out of the operating room, and when his mental energy swept away, he realized that the bastard was pretending to be comatose.
After looking at Charles, whose eyes moved, William did not step forward to check. Instead, he followed the doctor and watched Charles being pushed into the special care unit.
Just pretend to be comatose. Even if the doctor knows there may be something fishy, there is no way to be sure that Charles was pretending to be comatose. With the power and reputation of William and the Cavendish family, the doctor will not say anything nonsense within a few days.
And a few days later, the matter was long over.
Looking at his watch, it was already 11 o'clock in the middle of the night. Sixteen security personnel were left to protect Charles. William planned to go back to the hotel to rest.
As soon as he reached the first floor of the hospital, he saw a middle-aged man and five or six uniformed policemen walking quickly towards William.
Taking out his ID and showing it to William, the middle-aged man said, "Mr. Devonshire, I am French police detective Louis Delaware."
"Hello, police officer", shaking hands with Louis, "are there any new developments in the case?"
Louis nodded, "We just received a report two hours ago and found a female body on the beach. The police at the scene confirmed that the deceased was Ms. Susie Kans.
Not long after, my people discovered at the Hotel de France that Mr. Marco Cans’ bodyguard, Sergey, had been shot three times and died in his room. The murderers were probably Nick Spitz and Audrey.
- Mr. and Mrs. Spitz".
"Nick and Audrey?" William asked in surprise, "How is this possible?"
"We will investigate further whether Mr. and Mrs. Spitz are the murderers, but now I want to know why you invited Mr. and Mrs. Spitz, who have nothing to do with you, to your home when you were in Paris a few days ago."
After Louis asked, the several police officers who came with him put their hands on their holsters and slowly dispersed to stare at William.