The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

Serena can drink, but her own woman can't?

What's more, Nisa signed a blood contract with herself.

Chapter 652. Chapter six hundred fifty-two

Early the next morning, William woke up and touched his side, but found nothing. He didn't think of Nisa who was reluctant to part with him last night.

After taking his mother, Abigail, and Jesse out of the safe room and coming to the living room, when William wanted to comfort his worried mother,

Lina shook her head angrily and glanced at William and Abigail and Jesse who had a bad face but wanted to force a smile on her.

After saying goodnight, he went upstairs to his room.

As soon as Lena left, Abigail dragged Jesse, who was equally upset to see him, to her room.

William, who was a little confused, raised his arm subconsciously and smelled it for a moment,

He knew right away that he smelled of Nisa's chick's perfume, and Abigail, Jessie, and mother must have smelled it.

Shrugged, knowing that Abby, who has always been big-hearted, would be angry, probably because he made the three of them stay in the safe house and fear,

In the end, William himself was having fun, but he couldn't explain it, let alone apologize to the two of them and his wife, just pretending nothing happened.

After getting up and washing, he changed his clothes and went downstairs, only to see Jesse staying alone on the small coffee table by the window, wearing a headset and looking at the color-printed album.

After seeing William, Jesse first smiled, then lowered his head as if thinking of something, and continued to read the album.

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

I asked where Sunday's mother and Abby were, only to learn that they went to the Chelsea team together.

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

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

"The five players you asked for are expected to cost £[-] million, but the team has been in good form lately,

Coach Mourinho's purge will be reduced and the transfer cost will be £[-] million less than the estimated £[-] million."

"That means it's only [-] million pounds?" William froze for a moment, and it didn't take long for him to understand.

The team has many famous players who are over [-] 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 will ruin their future careers and affect their earning for a few more years,

The burst of energy will far exceed the imagination of normal people.

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

Isn't it normal to gain both fame and fortune after achieving results?

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

After breakfast, he went back to the living room, pulled up Jessie who had been listening to him, hugged her, and took a sip. It didn't take long for the chick to behave.

When mother and Abby came home at noon, they saw William on the sofa in the living room, with his head resting on Jesse's lap, talking with a smile, which made Jesse chuckle softly from time to time.

With a silent sigh, Lena went straight to the kitchen, while Abbie 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 2 million pounds, which seem to belong to Picasso and Monet.

If you are interested, please help me."

"God," Abigail covered her mouth and her heart was pounding, and immediately didn't care about Jesse's surrender to William all morning.

Walk quickly to the wooden cabinet, find tools to disassemble it by yourself, and check the first Monet painting,

He shouted to God excitedly.

When my mother came out to call everyone to eat, when I heard Abby intentionally sued that William had placed the oil painting worth [-] million pounds in the living room,

Can'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 paintings like this or antiques hundreds of thousands of years old, and you will be busy then."

"Wait", looking at William walking towards the restaurant, Abigail quickly chased after him without getting angry.

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

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

"I don't know the specifics, but what is certain is that all the antiques this time are from Europe."

After thinking for a moment, Abby asked in a low voice in William's ear, "Who did you snatch it from again?"

After twisting Abby's face, William said with a smile, "Is it your business? Just say whether you like it or not.

Then check to see if these antiques are stolen items. For the rest, if you talk too much, I will let someone else take responsibility."

"Hmph", he gave William a dissatisfied look,

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

Seeing that William endured the pain and remained silent, his anger subsided a little, "Honey, shall we buy a place where we can store antiques first.

Now it costs 90 pounds a month to rent the underground vault of the Bank of England. If you wait for the Devonhill Family Museum to be built,

After a year and a half, the lease fee alone will be £1500 million."