Chapter six hundred and fiftieth chapters stealing was found and the right medicine
Early the next morning, William woke up and touched his side, but found nothing. He did not think of seeing off Nissa who was reluctant to leave last night.
After picking up their mother, Abigail, and Jesse, they left the safe room and came to the living room. When William wanted to speak to comfort his worried mother,
Lina, however, shook her head angrily and glanced at William and Abigail and Jesse who looked a little sad but wanted to smile at her.
After saying good night, he went directly upstairs to his room.
As soon as Lena left, Abigail took Jesse, who was also unhappy, to her room.
William was confused for a moment, then subconsciously raised his arm and smelled it.
He immediately realized that he had the smell of Nissa's girl's perfume on him, and it must have been smelled by Abigail, Jesse and his mother.
Shrugging, he knew very well that Abi, who had always been very broad-minded, would be angry. She probably blamed him for letting the three of them stay in the safe house and be scared.
As a result, William himself was having fun, but he couldn't explain this, let alone apologize to his two women, and just pretended that nothing happened.
After getting up and washing up, I changed my clothes and went downstairs. I saw Jesse alone on the small coffee table by the window, wearing headphones and reading a color printed album.
After seeing William, Jesse first smiled, then as if he thought of something, he lowered his head and continued to read the album.
Ha, it must have been Abigail who told her to ignore her. William shrugged and went to the restaurant to have breakfast first.
After asking where my mother and Abi were on Sunday, I learned that they went to the Chelsea team together.
"Sir, the Premier League winter break has begun. The agents of Buffon and Ronaldo will officially discuss salary issues with the team today."
While eating breakfast, William asked, "How much did the transfer cost?"
"The five players you requested are expected to cost £60 million, but the team has been in good form recently.
Coach Mourinho has reduced the number of people purging, and the transfer cost will be 20 million pounds less than the expected 100 million pounds."
"That means it's only 80 million pounds?" William was stunned for a moment, but it didn't take long for him to understand.
The team has many famous players over 30 years old, and now they have self-healing fluid.
These veterans, who have good experience and skills, are not afraid of injuries that will ruin their future careers and affect how much money they can earn for a few more years.
The energy that bursts out will be far beyond what normal people can imagine.
In addition, the team owner is someone who only cares about results and not money.
Isn't it normal to gain fame and fortune after achieving good results?
Of course, this is just what the players think. At least once they win the championship, Lina will definitely care more about money than William.
After breakfast, I returned to the living room, picked up Jesse, who had been listening to his movements, hugged him and took a deep breath. It didn't take long for this little girl to become obedient.
At noon, when my mother and Abi came home, they saw William sitting on the sofa in the living room with his head resting on Jesse's lap. He was smiling and saying something, making Jesse laugh softly from time to time.
With a silent sigh, Lena went directly to the kitchen, while Abby glared at the embarrassed Jesse.
William looked back at her and pointed to a large wooden cabinet in the living room, "Over there are five oil paintings worth 200 million pounds, which seem to belong to Picasso and Monet.
If you are interested, please help me take a look."
"God", Abigail covered her mouth and her heart was pounding. She immediately had no interest in Jesse surrendering to William in just one morning.
I quickly walked to the wooden cabinet, looked for tools and took it apart myself, and after checking the first Monet painting,
He was so excited that he called God.
When her mother came out to call everyone to have dinner and heard Abi deliberately complaining that William had placed an oil painting worth 200 million pounds in the living room, she
I couldn't help but complain to him.
"Okay, let's have lunch first," William said nonchalantly, holding Jesse's hand, "Maybe in a few days, there will be more paintings like this or hundreds of thousands of antiques, and you will be busy by then."
"Wait a minute." Looking at William walking towards the restaurant, Abigail quickly caught up with him regardless of his anger.
Holding his other arm, he asked excitedly, "First tell me what antiques are there, otherwise I won't be in the mood to eat."
He dragged Abi into the restaurant and pressed her on a chair. After he sat down, William said,
"I don't know exactly what they are, but I am sure that the antiques this time are all European."
After thinking for a moment, Abi whispered in William's ear and asked, "You didn't steal it from someone else, did you?"
Twisting Abi's face, William said with a smile, "It's your business, just tell me whether you like it or not.
Then just find out if these antiques are stolen items. If you keep nagging me about the rest, I will let others take responsibility."
"Humph", he glared at William dissatisfiedly,
But she was only angry for a moment, then she secretly moved her hand from the table to William's leg and twisted it.
Seeing that William endured the pain and remained silent, his anger subsided a little, "My dear, why don't we buy a place to store antiques first?
Now it costs 900,000 pounds a month to rent the Bank of England's underground vault. If we just wait for the Devonshire Family Museum to be built,
After one and a half years, the rental fee alone will be 15 million pounds."
William, who was sore from being pinched, silently stretched out his hand to rub his leg, and said unhappily, "My hair is long but my knowledge is short. This money buys insurance and stability."
There are three police stations near the Bank of England, and the independent treasury system has been controlled by Sunday. For the time being, there is no safer place than that."
"Haha", seeing William rubbing his legs, Abi was in such a happy mood that he didn't care about what he said was stupid.
He happily talked to Lina about the team. After lunch, he concentrated on five oil paintings, not to mention Jesse, who kept pulling William to talk about the winery.
At 11:30 that night, William, who was sleeping with his arms around him, suddenly opened his eyes and broke free from Jesse's hand holding him.
I got up quietly, changed my clothes, went to the living room on the first floor, and waited for more than ten minutes. The Sunday report said,
"Sir, the vampire's messenger has arrived."
After a while, a burst of car lights flashed by, and William walked to the main door of the main building and watched Serena and an old man with gray hair get out of an old Rolls-Royce.
As soon as he stood still, the white-haired old man walked up a few steps and saluted William who was standing on the steps,
"Good evening, His Excellency the Grand Duke of Devonshire, I am Thomas, a member of the Blood Tribe Council. It is an honor to meet you."
"Hello Mr. Thomas, I am William Devonshire, hereditary Duke of Oxford, England. Welcome to my manor, please."
He stretched out his hand to signal Thomas to follow him. As for the handshake, it was better to skip it.
He turned around and walked into the main building to mind his own business.
Looking at William's back, Thomas suddenly pressed Serena's shoulders, stared at her seriously and shook his head.
Reluctantly, she let go of the hand holding the gun. Before Serena could think about it, a figure suddenly walked out of the darkness.
Seeing the black ghost walking over in a dark suit with no reflective armor, she finally understood why Thomas was holding her down.
Reluctantly handing over the guns, the two were about to walk into the main building, but Black Phantom put out his hand in front of Thomas, staring directly at his hand.