Seeing that Wesley was just an ordinary person, Vincent-Tangwen kindly persuaded, "Don't get excited, Mr. Gibbs, there is a gentleman who has already ordered the dish for you and paid for it in advance.

So, if I were you, I would follow the guest's request and eat quietly while waiting, maybe the big man wanted to spy on you."

The inexperienced Wesley hesitated for a few seconds after hearing this, but he himself was not stupid, and nothing would happen in public, so he sat down obediently and tried to behave naturally.

But when Vincent Tangwen personally poured him wine, and mentioned that the bottle of wine was Lafite worth 6,000 US dollars, Wesley immediately couldn't put it down, and his whole body was tense and stammered to Vincent-Tangwen and said thank you.

Then the palms of my hands and my head began to sweat, and I took a sip clumsily.

The whole process of aperitif, appetizer, stew, second course of starters, side dishes, desserts, and after-dinner wine took just over half an hour for Wesley to eat, and Vincent Tangwen, who personally served him, shook his head in his heart.

Thinking silently, I hope William, who was sitting at a hidden table not far away while eating and observing, would not be disgusted with Wesley, a rude fellow.

Thinking of this, Vincent-Tang Wen didn't turn his head and peek in the direction where William was.

And this glance was immediately discovered by the restaurant manager who was standing more than a meter behind William, and then Mr. Manager glared at Vincent-Tangwen fiercely.

This manager will personally come to serve William, just because William had an unprecedented smile on his face a few days ago, and introduced a Celestial Empire restaurant to the paparazzi.

And that restaurant also appeared in most of the newspapers and TV news the next day with William, and suddenly became famous from a small fame to a hot one.

According to some colleagues, Michelin observers secretly visited the restaurant on the third day of the report.

No one knows if it can be promoted to a Michelin star, but it is true that the business of that restaurant has been super good recently, so Mr. Manager will definitely not dare to slack off William.

Fortunately, this restaurant itself is three Michelin stars, so the restaurant manager didn't play a clever role in releasing the news that William was dining here.

All I want is to serve William, the super darling of the media, and not give 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, help me say hello to Mr. Chef."

This compliment made Mr. Manager very happy, and bowed with a smile on his face, "Okay, Mr. Devon Hill, I will take your words with Chef Hansen, your affirmation is an honor for our restaurant."

"Hmm", after swiping the card to pay the bill, William walked out of the restaurant first and drove away.

Ten minutes later, Wesley got in the car under the leadership of Vincent Tangwen and went all the way to the yacht club in New York.

As soon as he got out of the car, another middle-aged man walked up to him with a few people in security uniforms, "Mr. Wesley-Gibbs?"

Looking at the yacht club's oversized signboard, Wesley nodded blankly.

The middle-aged man didn't look angry at Wesley's attitude, and said with a smile, "Mr. Gibbs, I'm the manager of the New York Yacht Club, Martin Donner, please come with me."

"Don, Mr. Donner, can you, can you ask who the person I'm going to see is?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gibbs, you'll be able to figure it out when you meet that big man," Martin Downer smiled and motioned for Wesley to follow, all the way to the speedboat.

This made Wesley hesitate a little, but he didn't hesitate for a few seconds before shaking his head, he was an ordinary person with no savings, no car, no house, and no career.

No one would have spent such a great price and effort to kidnap him, but when the speedboat started, Wesley still inevitably thought about it.

Ten minutes later, the speedboat approached the big yacht, Wesley followed Martin Downer to the yacht in confusion, and as soon as he reached the foredeck of the yacht, he saw a young man loading bait into his sea fishing rod.

And Martin Downer immediately said respectfully when he saw the young man, "Mr. Devon Hill, Mr. Gibbs has arrived."

Devon Hill Wesley looked at Martin Donner in shock, and when the young man not far away looked up at him, Wesley was not only shocked, but excited not to know how to speak.

"De, Devon Hill, sir, I, I am honored to meet you".

William smiled and walked up to him and reached out his hand, "Hello, Wesley."

Wesley hurriedly wiped his palms on his clothes before shaking William's hand excitedly, "I, I'm your fan, Mr. Devon Hill."

Sensing Wesley's hands trembling, William smiled and nodded to Martin Donner, who immediately said, "I'll wait on the speedboat, Mr. Devon Hill, just call me if you need anything."

"Thanks, Martin, I'll call you if necessary."

Turning his gaze 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, fish with me first, and we'll talk when you calm down."

"Alright, alright, sir," Wesley nodded unconsciously in agreement, and clumsily began fiddling with the rod.

It took more than ten minutes to finally get the sea fishing rod ready, and Wesley walked up to William's side, and saw that William just smiled at himself, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "Sorry, sir, I, I haven't fished, I don't know if I can do it."

"It's okay," William laughed, "just swing the bait out, and the rest is just waiting, just like we met this time."

Wesley, who was about to swing the bait, immediately froze when he heard this, and asked suspiciously, "I, I don't understand,"

Then after thinking about it, Wesley began to be afraid, he was an escapist who ate and waited for death, but the difficulty of life at the bottom also made him very vigilant, and stammered, "Are you saying I'm bait?"

"In a sense, you are," William said with a smile as he turned his head to look at Wesley, "and you have to be this bait if you don't want to die."

"Why, I'm just a poor boy, 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 bait, it's that some people who want your father to die and can't do it have to take advantage of you."

"How could it be that you are mistaken," explained Wesley, "Mr. Devon Hill, my parents died in quick succession a few years ago."

"Make no mistake, Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs are your adoptive parents, and your biological father is still alive", William paused for a few seconds before apologetically, "Your own mother died a long time ago, sorry."

Who is William, Wesley, who is his fan, of course understands that there is no reason for a person with such a high status to spend so much effort to deceive him, and for a while Wesley didn't know what to say.