Kingsman of the Movie World

Early the next morning, William woke up and touched his hand to his side, but he felt empty. He did not think of the reluctant Nissa who sent away last night.

Picking up his mother, Abigail and Jesse from the safe room and into the living room, when William wanted to comfort his mother who was a little worried,

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

Saying good night, he went straight upstairs to his room.

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

William, who was puzzled for a moment, subconsciously raised his arm and smelled it.

I immediately understood that I had the perfume of Nissa's chick on my body, which must have been smelled by Abigail, Jesse and his mother.

Shrugging, it is clear that Abi, who has always been very broad-minded, will be angry, probably to blame him for letting the three of them stay in the safe house.

In the end, William himself was having fun, but he couldn't explain it, let alone apologize to his two women, as if nothing happened.

After getting up and washing, changing clothes and going downstairs, only saw Jesse staying alone on the small coffee table by the window, looking at the color-printed album with headphones.

After seeing William, Jesse first smiled, then thought of something, lowered his head, and continued to look at the album.

Ha, it must be Abigail who told her to ignore herself, and William shrugged and went to the restaurant for breakfast first.

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

"SIR, the Premier League winter break has started, and the agents of Buffon and Ronaldo will formally discuss salary issues with the team today."

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

"The five players you requested are estimated to cost 60 million pounds, but the team has been in good shape recently.

The number of purges for coach Mourinho has decreased, and the transfer cost will be 20 million pounds less than the estimated 100 million pounds."

"That means only 80 million pounds?" William was shocked, and it didn't take long to understand.

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

These old fritters with good experience and skills, once they are not afraid of injuries that ruin their future careers and affect their earnings for several years,

That burst of energy will far exceed normal people's imagination.

In addition, the team owner is a master who only cares about performance, not money.

Isn't it normal to get both fame and fortune after getting results?

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

After breakfast, I went back to the living room, pulled up Jessie, who had been listening to his movements with ears erected, hugged it and took a sip. It didn't take long for this little girl to behave.

Mother and Abbie went home at noon and saw William on the sofa in the living room, with his head resting on Jesse's lap, smiling and talking, making Jesse chuckle from time to time.

With a silent sigh, Lena went straight 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. "There are five oil paintings worth 200 million pounds, like Picasso and Monet.

Please help me see if you are interested."

"God", Abigail, whose heart was pounding, covering his mouth, immediately didn't care about Jesse surrendering to William in just one morning.

Walk quickly to the wooden cabinet, find a tool to take it apart by yourself, and check the first Monet's painting.

He called God excitedly.

When my mother came out and called everyone to eat, when Abby deliberately complained that William had put an oil painting worth 200 million pounds in the living room.

Can't help but complain to him.

"Okay, let's have lunch first", holding Jesse's hand, William didn't care. "Maybe in a few days, there will be more antiques of this kind of painting or hundreds of thousands of years, and you will be busy at that time."

"Wait", looking at William walking towards the restaurant, Abigail hurried to catch up without being angry.

Holding his other arm, he asked excitedly, "First, tell me there are any antiques, otherwise I would not be in the mood to eat."

He dragged Abby into the dining room and pressed her on a chair. William said after he sat down.

"I don't know what is specific, but what is certain is that this time the antiques are all European."

After thinking about it for a moment, Abby asked in a low voice in William's ear, "You won't grab it from someone again?"

Twisting Abby’s face, William grinned, "Where is your responsibility? Just say whether you like it or not.

Then find out if these antiques are stolen. For other things, if you continue to talk, I will let someone else be responsible.”

"Humph", he gave William a dissatisfied look.

But she was only angry for a moment, and then she secretly touched William's leg with her hand from the floor of the table.

Watching William endure the pain and keep silent, his anger fades a little, "My dear, shall we first buy a place where we can store antiques?

Now renting the underground vault of the Bank of England, it costs 900,000 pounds a month. If you wait for the Devonshire Family Museum to be built,

One and a half years later, the rental fee alone will cost 15 million pounds."

William, who was twisted and sore, silently stretched out his hand and rubbed his leg, and said uncomfortably, "The hair is long and the knowledge is short. This little money buys insurance and stability.

There are three police stations near the Bank of England, and the independent vault system has been controlled on Sunday. For the time being, there is nothing safer than that."

"Hehe", Abby was happy when he saw William rubbing his legs and didn't mind his stupid words.

He happily talked to Lena about the team. After lunch, he focused on the five oil paintings, and even more carelessly about Jesse, who had been pulling William to talk about the winery.

At 11:30 that night, William, who was hugging left and right to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes and broke free from Jesse holding his hand.

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

"SIR, the messenger of the blood family has arrived."

After a while, the car lights dangled, and William walked to the main building gate and watched Serena and a gray-headed old man get off an old Rolls Royce.

As soon as he stood still, the white-haired old man took a few steps and saluted William who was standing on the steps.

"Good evening, Lord Devonhill, I am Thomas, a member of the Blood Committee. It is an honor to see you."

"Hello Mr. Thomas, I am William Devonhill, the Hereditary Duke of Oxford, England. Welcome to my manor as a guest, please."

He stretched out his hand to signal Thomas to follow him. As for shaking hands, that would be saved.

Turned around and walked into the main building.

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

Unwillingly let go of the hand holding the gun, before Serena thought, a figure suddenly walked out of the darkness.

Seeing the black ghost walking over in a dark, non-reflective armor, she understood why Thomas pressed herself so hard.

Reluctantly handed over the guns, the two were about to walk into the main building, but the black ghost stretched out his hand to block in front of Thomas, staring straight at his hand.

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