The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

It's September now, don't even think about the NBA, but apart from the NBA, William really has no interest in baseball and rugby, which America likes.

The Horse Racing Triple Crown had ended as early as June.

"SIR, football is the only well-known event in September. If you need it, I can help you book VIP tickets for the Los Angeles Raiders."

"Forget it, I don't understand rugby." William shook his head depressingly.

"Book me a table at No. 11 restaurant on Madison Avenue. If I don't watch the ball, I'll go find a beautiful woman for dinner."

William stood up and said to Winston: "Sorry, Winston, I'm going to chat with the girl, so I can't have dinner with you."

"Okay." Winston got up helplessly and hugged William. "Have fun, kid. It's best to let the next generation of the Devonhill family appear in the belly of the girl you're dating from today."

"Hehe." William gave Winston a blank look. I would only want a child if I was only in my 20s. To avoid Winston's rambunctiousness, William lied, "I'll try my best."

Before Winston could say anything, William let go of him, "Goodbye, Winston, I'll come and see you when I'm free."

"Bye,,," Winston looked at William speechlessly, turned around and left. After a while, when William walked into the elevator,

Winston turned to Caron and asked, "Is that why he doesn't like me?"

Caron smiled and said, "Sir, Mr. Devinhill is afraid that you will tell him about children again. It is not a good idea to have children at this time for him who is less than 20 years old."

Chapter 302. Chapter [-]

"Well, it seems that I should really help him find some suitable girls." After a pause in the meeting, Winston asked, "What is Perkins doing recently?"

Cuaron hesitated and said, "Sir, I don't think Miss Perkins is a suitable target. Her desire for money is too strong, and you have to consider Mrs. Devonhill's wishes.

I feel that if Mrs. Devonhill knew who Perkins was, she would make trouble for you."

"Well," Winston looked at Caron suspiciously, "What did Perkins do?"

"She seems to have some connection with Mr. Vigo-Tarasov. Some time ago, Ms. Perkins must have been short of money. She took a few missions without telling the hotel, and the targets were Mr. Vigo-Tarasov's opponents. ".

"Hehe", Winston said twice with a smile on his face, "She is such an idiot, she has ready-made big thick legs and doesn't hug her, ha, looking for someone like Vigo as a backer, Perkins, an idiot, will sooner or later implicated by Vigo".

Winston looked at the direction William was walking inexplicably, and whispered to Caron,

"Don't look at William as if he needs Vigo very much now, but when Vigo starts to have thoughts that he shouldn't have, he will be kicked away by William like a small stone."

Caron nodded, "It's normal, sir, there are no permanent allies, only permanent interests."

This made Winston silent for a long time, and said in a low tone, "I can feel William's defense against me. Although he hides it well, I haven't seen anyone in the past few decades.

My intuition tells me that my nephew is more ruthless than we imagined, maybe I am all his pawn."

"How is this possible, sir?" Cuaron looked at Winston in a panic, "The most important thing about you is the New York Continental Hotel.

You planned to hand over the hotel to Mr. Devinhill a long time ago. You have given him the most precious thing. What else does he want from you? "

"I don't know," Winston shook his head.

He said he didn't know, but he said in his heart, 'The goal may be the High Table'.

There are some things that even Winston, the most confidant of Cuaron, would not say.

Winston wondered in his mind that William might want to join the Continental Hotel Council, or, crazier, replace it?

As soon as this idea came up, Winston himself was afraid. The Continental Hotel is an organization with hundreds of thousands of years of history.

But just like the characteristic profession of gambler, the profession of killer cannot be permanently eliminated.

Winston couldn't figure out how William would replace them. Even if he, the hotel manager, only knew one or two directors, he didn't even know how many directors there were.

Forget it, don't think about it if you can't figure it out, even if William wants to replace him, as the only blood in the Devonhill and Winston families,

Although Winston disagreed in his heart, he could only ignore it for the time being and take a step at a time, depending on the situation.

..........

William walked out of the Continental Hotel from the secret road and waited on the street for a few minutes. The car service for the Four Seasons Hotel that he had booked for him on Sunday arrived on time. A silver Rolls Royce parked beside him.

Before the driver got out of the car and opened the door, William opened the door and got in the car by himself.

"Good evening, Mr. Devonhill, it's a great honor to serve you again." The driver sat in the driver's seat and turned to greet William.

"Good evening, Adam, I didn't expect to see you again, take me to Victoria's Secret's headquarters."

"Okay, sir," Adam nodded.

Half an hour later, William sat in the car and watched Alessandra Ambrosio walking out of the Victoria's Secret headquarters.

Seeing William from the open car window, Ambrosio's smiling eyes were so confused, he walked quickly to the side of the car and opened the door, and hugged William tightly as soon as he got in the car,

Then he twisted William's waist a few times bitterly, gritted his teeth and complained in a low voice: "Bastard, it's been more than a month, and you still know how to come to me."

"I'm sorry, my dear, I've been dragged down in Oxford by some things," William rubbed Ambrosio's shoulder, whispering calmly:

"I booked the No. 11 restaurant on Madison Avenue. After eating a big meal, we will go to the movies and then go home to exercise. How about I take you to Fifth Avenue to shop tomorrow?"

"It's not that good," Ambrosio pouted, pretending to be pitiful and said, "My dear, I was almost laughed to death by everyone. If there is a boyfriend like you,

Not to mention a few phone calls, and it's been almost two months since I disappeared, can't you find time to come and see me? "

Hey, William complained in his heart, of course there is time, but can't you ask for leave to find me in England?

"Then why don't I rent a big yacht tomorrow and treat your colleagues to dinner and a river cruise," William said with a smile.