Early the next morning, William woke up and touched his side, but he felt empty, not remembering that he had sent away Nissa, who was reluctant to do so, last night.

Picking up his mother, Abigail and Jesse out of the safe room and coming to the living room, William wanted to comfort his mother who was a little worried.

Lena shook her head angrily and looked at William and Abigail and Jesse, who had a bad face on the side, but wanted to force a smile on herself.

After saying goodnight, I went straight upstairs to my room.

As soon as Lena left, Abigail pulled him to watch Jesse, who was also upset, go to her room.

William, who was a little confused, subconsciously raised his arm and sniffed,

Immediately realized that he had the perfume of Nissa's chick on him, and that he must have been smelled by Abigail, Jesse, and his mother.

Shrugging his shoulders, knowing very well that Abi, who had always been broad-minded, would be angry, probably blaming him for letting the three of them stay in the safe house and be afraid.

As a result, William himself was having fun, but he couldn't explain it, let alone apologize to his two women, as if nothing had happened.

After getting up and washing, changing clothes and going downstairs, I saw Jesse alone on the small coffee table by the window, looking at the color printing album with a pair of headphones.

Jesse first smiled when he saw William, and then as if he thought of something, he lowered his head and continued to look at the album.

Ha, it must have been Abigail telling her to ignore herself, William shrugged and went to the restaurant for breakfast first.

I asked where my mother and Abi were on Sunday, and I learned that they had gone to the Chelsea team together.

"SIR, the Premier League's winter break has begun, and the agents of Gianluigi Buffon and Ronaldo will officially talk to the team today about their salaries."

While eating breakfast, William asked, "How much did the transfer cost?"

"The five players you're asking for are expected to cost £60 million, but the team has been in good form lately,

Mourinho's purge will reduce the number of people who will spend £20 million less than the expected £100 million".

"So it's only 80 million pounds?" William paused for a moment, and it didn't take long for him to understand.

The team has many famous players who are over 30 years old, and now they have self-healing fluid.

These old fritters with good experience and technology, once they are not afraid of injuries ruining their future careers, it will affect the money they make for a few more years.

The burst of energy will be far beyond normal people's imagination.

In addition, the team owner is a master who only cares about results and does not care about money.

Isn't it normal to gain fame and fortune after the results are out?

Of course, this is just what the players themselves think, at least when they actually win the championship, Lena will definitely care more about money than Willian.

After eating breakfast, I returned to the living room, pulled up Jesse, who had been listening to him with my ears pricked up, and hugged him and took a sip of incense, and it didn't take long for this chick to be well-behaved.

At noon, Mother and Abbie came home and saw William, with his head resting on Jesse's lap, on the living room sofa, smiling and saying something, which made Jesse laugh quietly from time to time.

With a silent sigh, Lena went straight to the kitchen, while Abi 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 be Picasso and Monet.

If you're interested, just help me take a look."

"God", Abigail, covering his mouth and pounding his heart, immediately did not care about Jesse's surrender to William in just one morning.

Walked quickly to the wooden cabinet, found tools to open it by hand, and looked at the first Monet painting.

And they cried out to God with excitement.

When my mother came out to call everyone for dinner, I heard Abi deliberately complain that William had put an oil painting worth 200 million pounds in the living room.

I couldn't help but complain to him.

"Okay, let's have lunch first", holding Jesse's hand, William said indifferently, "Maybe in a few days, there will be more of this kind of painting or hundreds of thousands of years of antiques, and you will be busy then."

"Wait", looking at William as he walked towards the restaurant, Abigail quickly chased after him, regardless of his anger.

Holding his other arm, he asked excitedly, "You tell me what antiques there are first, otherwise I wouldn't be in the mood to eat."

dragged Abi into the dining room, pressed her to a chair, and sat down himself before William said,

"I don't know exactly what it is, but I know for sure that all the antiques this time are European."

After thinking for a moment, Abi whispered in William's ear, "You didn't snatch it from anyone, did you?"

Twisting Abi's face, William smiled and said, "Where is it that you should be in charge, you just say whether you like it or not,

Then find out if these antiques are stolen, and if you are long-winded, I will let others take care of the rest."

"Hmph", glared at William dissatisfied,

But she was only angry for a moment, and her hand sneaked from the table floor to William's leg and twisted it.

Seeing that William endured the pain and didn't make a sound, his anger subsided a little, "Honey, should we buy a place where we can store antiques first."

Now renting the underground vault of the Bank of England costs 900,000 pounds a month, if you wait for the Devon Hill family museum to be built,

After a year and a half, the lease fee alone will be £15 million."

William, who was twisted and hurt, silently reached out and rubbed his legs, and said unhappily, "The hair is long and the knowledge is short, and this money is to buy insurance and stability."

With three police stations near the Bank of England and the system of separate vaults already in control on Sunday, there is nothing safer for the time being."

"Hehe", seeing William rubbing his legs, Abi was in a good mood and didn't care that he said something stupid.

happily talked to Lena about the team, and after lunch, he threw himself on the five oil paintings, and he didn't bother to care about Jesse, who had been pulling William to talk about the winery.

At half past eleven o'clock that night, William, who was sleeping with his left and right hugging, suddenly opened his eyes and broke free from Jesse's hand holding him.

I got up quietly, changed my clothes, came to the living room on the first floor, waited for more than ten minutes, and reported on Sunday,

"SIR, THE MESSENGER OF THE BLOODLINES HAS ARRIVED".

A moment later, William walked to the door of the main building and watched Selena 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, Your Excellency Grand Duke Devonhill, I am Thomas, a member of the Blood Council, and it is an honor to meet you".

"Hello Mr. Thomas, I am William Devonhill, hereditary Grand Duke of Oxford of England, welcome to my estate, please".

Stretched out his hand and motioned for Thomas to follow him, as for shaking hands, it was better to save it.

Turning around, he walked into the main building on his own.

Looking at William's back, Thomas suddenly pressed Serena's shoulder, stared at her seriously and shook his head.

Reluctantly let go of the hand holding the gun, and before Serena could think more, a figure suddenly walked out of the darkness.

Looking at the black ghost who came over in a swarthy suit without a reflective armor, she understood why Thomas was holding herself to death.

Reluctantly handing over the matching gun, the two were about to enter the main building, but the black ghost reached out in front of Thomas, staring straight at his hand.