The two played at the ski resort all day.
When they were tired, they went to a restaurant or cafe for food and coffee.
After resting, they went skiing again.
William also became addicted to the thrill of speeding down the slopes and enjoyed it immensely.
They played until it was almost dark before taking the car back to the villa.
That evening, Alexander showed off her cooking skills by making a famous Brazilian dish, feijoada.
It contained various smoked meats, sausages, pig's ears, and pig's tails.
William found the taste acceptable, but it was too greasy.
Alexander had initially worried that William wouldn't be used to eating pig's ears and tails, but to her surprise, William showed no discomfort after hearing the ingredients of feijoada; instead, he ate it with relish.
Bryan and the other Americans found feijoada less appealing.
Americans generally don't eat offal or scraps, and they eat very little pork, so they drank beer and ate barbecue, barely touching the feijoada.
Alexander watched William heartily eat the feijoada with a joyful heart.
She felt that William was eating the pig's ears so heartily because of her, so she looked at him with loving eyes as he ate, occasionally cutting some barbecue for William's plate.
She herself couldn't eat much, but watching the man she loved eat the food she had prepared still warmed her heart.
Watching the two openly display their affection, Bryan and the other five people eating nearby had speechless expressions.
How were they supposed to eat? They were already full of dog food.
Bryan Mills couldn't bear to watch anymore and stood up, saying to everyone, "Does anyone else want some barbecue? I'll go grill some for you."
"Let's go together; I was just thinking of grilling some myself.
I like it well-done," Sam said, standing up.
"Could you grill two more pieces for me, well-done, please?" William asked.
His appetite had doubled, and even after finishing a large bowl of feijoada and two pieces of barbecue, he was only half full.
"Darling, you shouldn't eat too much at night; it's not good for indigestion," Alexander said worriedly.
"It's fine, I'm only half full right now.
I don't know why my appetite has doubled, and my strength has also increased significantly.
Before, I would have been full after eating this much."
Clarence, who also served as the team's doctor, heard William's words and, with curiosity, asked, "Boss, did your strength increase after your appetite grew larger?"
William thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "It seems that way.
My strength wasn't this great before.
I feel like my strength is several times what it used to be.
Clarence, do you know why this is?"
Clarence thought for a moment and said, "Boss, you might be going through a second growth spurt.
You're not yet 20 years old, so a second growth spurt is still very possible.
Many boys can grow taller again after 20 and before 25.
Your current situation should be similar.
If you have time, boss, I suggest you go to the hospital for a full check-up."
William actually had a rough idea why.
His body was constantly being transformed by spatial magic; his bones, muscles, and entire body were continuously strengthening.
After this transformation period, his appetite would gradually return to normal.
"Okay, I'll go to the hospital for a full check-up when I get back to London," William said.
After dinner, everyone sat in the dining room, drinking beer and chatting.
William took the opportunity to learn more about America from Bryan and the others.
They talked about Apple, basketball, and the current president, Benjamin Arthur.
They also joked that the current female Secretary of Defense, Ruth McMillan, was too compassionate, often tearing up.
It was understandable for her to cry when her son got into college, but constantly tearing up on TV? What was that all about?
The group chatted until 10 PM before dispersing.
After William and Alexander had washed up, Alexander fell asleep in William's arms.
She had been sleepy when William and the others were chatting earlier, dozing off against him, and when everyone saw her dozing, they had no choice but to break up.
Although William had a great time with Alexander in Switzerland for three days, he still kept an eye on the stock market every night.
Everything seemed no different from his previous life, which reassured him.
On the evening of the 6th, William called Phillips.
"Hello, this is Phillips.
Mr. Devonshire, how can I help you?" Phillips said.
Holding his phone, William said, "Phillips, your holiday is over.
Gather the people; we'll continue tomorrow."
"Okay, sir, we'll be ready.
See you tomorrow," Phillips said.
The next day, William arrived early at the National Bank's VIP lounge, where ten traders were already waiting for him.
They all had a premonition that William's actions this time would be even bigger than the last.
After Bryan Mills and the others had scanned the VIP lounge several times with anti-eavesdropping devices, and Sam had checked network security from his computer, he gave William a thumbs-up, indicating everything was clear.
William nodded, took a glass of Chateau Latour, and stood by the window, quietly looking at the distant forest beyond the building.
His heart was incredibly excited.
This was an opportunity that came once every ten or eight years, and the probability of winning was very high, because 99% of the world's population couldn't imagine that the Nasdaq would crash, as the underlying reason wasn't tech stocks.
Although there were many problems, the real reason for the tech stock crash was the drag from biotech stocks, a reason that experts only posthumously concluded years later.
Seeing William's expression, everyone knew there would be significant activity today.
Despite William's youth, his serious demeanor gave him a powerful presence.
The atmosphere was a bit heavy, and everyone quietly went about their business.
"Mr. Devonshire, there are 5 minutes left until the American market opens," Phillips reminded him.
William nodded and said, "Alright, tell me the Nasdaq index after the market opens."
Five minutes later, a trader shouted, "The market is open!"
"What's the Nasdaq index?" William asked.
"5043 points."
William pondered for a moment, saying nothing.
Ten minutes later, seeing William still silent, the trader called out again, "5044 points."
William still made no move.
Half an hour later, "It's 5045 points."
"How's the trading volume in the market?" William asked.
Phillips quickly replied, "The trading volume is very low.
The market is full of people who want to buy in; there aren't many sellers yet."
Damn it, this is it.
Having made up his mind, William immediately said, "3.5 billion in full, short sell, 3% margin, three-month futures."
"What?"
"Am I crazy, or did I not hear correctly?"
"Short sell? How is that possible?" Everyone was shocked, and no one dared to act for a moment.
"Mr. Devonshire, are you sure it's a short sell?" Phillips asked urgently.
"5046 points!" a trader shouted.
"3.5 billion US dollars, 3% margin, three-month futures, sell short, immediately, right now!" William yelled, glaring at Phillips with fury, "Otherwise, you're all fired, and I'll do it myself."