Looking at the serious-faced Patrice, William thought that these people in the underworld sold everything, and intelligence must be part of their business. This made William interested in the intelligence Patrice mentioned. "What intelligence?"
"Murad, the leader of the Albanians, was looking for his two missing sons, Marco and Luke, through his partners on the dark web this morning. And today, the Albanians in Paris are in chaos. Murad himself will arrive in Paris tomorrow afternoon to personally handle the gang's affairs. So, if it were me, I definitely wouldn't miss this opportunity to take out Murad. You know, Murad never leaves his tribe."
William understood Patrice's meaning. This guy was suspecting that yesterday's incident was related to him. He immediately investigated the useful information he found for William and gave it to William as a gift to ease and strengthen their family's relationship with William.
William still understood the principle of nipping evil in the bud. Now that Murad, the gang leader who had a grudge against him, was coming to Paris, William certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.
As for whether to cooperate with Patrice, this black-hearted fellow, William didn't even think about it and tacitly agreed. The dark web had no grudge against him, and he wasn't a bleeding heart. Cracking down on the underworld was the government's business, and he would definitely not interfere in matters that weren't his concern.
As for whether Patrice telling him this information would affect Patrice himself, William cared even less. If Patrice could say it, he must be confident that it wouldn't affect him. Perhaps he could even use William's hand to strike at Patrice's competitors on the dark web.
So, William, having understood, immediately changed his attitude towards Patrice. He extended his hand with a smile, "Thank you, Patrice, I accept your goodwill. Don't worry, my friendship with Sophie will not change." At the same time, he secretly thought, "Only Sophie, not your family."
Patrice then showed a happy smile, extended both hands, and shook William's hand firmly. After letting go, Patrice said, "Thank you, Mr. Devonshire, this is a photo of Murad. He will attend a reception at 7 Bellique Street tomorrow evening. I will notify you of any other news. Also, should Miss Ginny be sent here to you, or should I send someone to take her directly back to America?"
"Of course, send her away. William had no interest in meeting Ginny. Ginny was just an ordinary girl, there was no need for her to know that William saved her, as long as her father knew. "If it's no trouble, please help me send her back to America."
"No problem, Mr. Devonshire. Although by the rules, I cannot personally pay for Miss Ginny, once Miss Ginny leaves the underground auction house, she is my client, not cargo. I will arrange Miss Ginny's return to America. Then, I will take my leave. I will notify you of any further information, Mr. Devonshire."
"En, thank you, Patrice." William smiled and saw Patrice out. As they shook hands before leaving, Patrice mysteriously reminded him, "Oh, Mr. Devonshire, as far as I know, Mr. Claude and Marco have many connections, and I also have a lot of business dealings with him. If it were me, to avoid leaks, I would…"
Patrice drew a finger across his neck, bowed slightly, and nodded, saying, "Goodbye, Mr. Devonshire."
"Wait, I've thought about it, and it's better to have Ginny sent to me. I'm a bit worried about other problems, so I'll personally send her back to America."
Originally, although William detested Patrice, this scum who sold people like pigs, he didn't want to cause trouble for the sake of his friendship with the Saint-Clair family. However, Patrice's last words reminded William.
Although Patrice was curious why William changed his mind, sending Ginny to William would save him a lot of trouble, so he nodded and said, "Alright, I'll call someone to get the money and then send Miss Ginny over."
After Patrice finished instructing his subordinates, the two sat on the sofa, chatting happily about Sophie's interesting experiences at the Scottish estate during this time. Patrice also specifically told William some taboos in the underworld, which made their conversation very pleasant, and laughter often echoed in the suite's living room.
Half an hour later, after Patrice's men escorted Ginny into a newly opened room, William sat on the sofa and took the room card from Patrice's subordinate outside the door, thanking Patrice profusely as the satisfied man departed.
He walked to the liquor cabinet, poured a glass of whiskey, and stood by the suite's floor-to-ceiling window, watching Patrice descend the hotel steps. He raised his glass and smiled, making a toast gesture towards Patrice. "When you see Satan, remember to say hello for me. See you in hell, Mr. Patrice."
Suddenly, Patrice seemed to trip over his own feet, stumbled forward, and then tumbled down twenty steps like a ball, his head hitting the marble landscape barrier with a sickening thud.
What terrified the guests in front of the hotel most was that a large flowerpot on the landscape barrier swayed a few times before falling over a meter and a half, landing with a "thud" directly on the back of Patrice's head.
Many ladies screamed in fright at this sudden accident. Patrice's bodyguards and the hotel doormen rushed down the steps to check on Patrice, and many people quickly pulled out their phones to call for an ambulance.
From dozens of meters away, William sensed Patrice's vital signs rapidly fading. He smiled, sat on the sofa, and pulled out his phone to call Claude.
As soon as the call connected, Claude's suppressed roar came through: "Were you responsible for what happened at the gravel pit and Heaven Street last night?"
William held the phone silently. He knew that what he had done last night had caused Claude immense trouble. Before meeting Patrice, William might have felt a tiny bit of embarrassment, but now, William wouldn't feel any sympathy for Claude.
He knew where Ginny was but didn't tell William, and he took two million dollars for nothing. William would make him understand that money wasn't that easy to earn.
"God, I knew it had to be you! Do you know my boss is absolutely furious now? He's given orders to all the police in Paris to find you, put you on a plane to America, and make you get out immediately."
It seemed Brian's connections in the US were still effective. Claude's boss only dared to expel him, not immediately arrest or kill him. But none of that mattered now. William wanted to give Claude another chance. "Tell me, where's Ginny?"
"How would I know? Didn't I tell you only my boss might know? I'll handle Ginny's situation. The White Palace incident already has all of Paris on edge, and now so many people died last night. You should worry about how to hide. Do you have any idea how many of us took money from those dead people? Now you've killed them all, and with their source of income cut off, many people will go crazy."
William, timing it, spoke quickly and directly at the 35-second mark: "Understood. I'll wait for your news. But if anything happens to Ginny, Brian will come for you, Claude. Goodbye."
After speaking, he checked his watch and, seeing that it was almost 40 seconds, William immediately hung up the phone, pulled out the battery, and threw it into his storage space. He'd given him a chance, but he didn't cherish it. That two million dollars could be his wife's retirement fund, after all, money isn't that easy to get.
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