Chapter 608: Questions Hidden for Ten Years

Holding the phone, William didn't know what to say for a long time. He promised that he would not hesitate to kill irrelevant people.

But no matter how much he disliked Charles, he couldn't do it when Charles had no conflict of interest or hatred with him. But if Charles was really the murderer of Marco Cans, that would be another story.

On the surface, the only unlucky ones after the scandal broke out were the Cavendish family, and what did it have to do with him? But in England, everyone knew the relationship between Cavendish and Devonshire, and he and Charles appeared in the live broadcast a few days ago.

I don't want the two major hereditary duke families in England to bear the bad reputation of murdering their relatives and lose face. Once it is really found that Charles is related to the murder, William must take action.

Jian Jian replied to Grand Duke Devon with a word "understood", and William hung up the phone, frowned and walked around in the living room thinking, watching Abigail and Jesse dare not breathe.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, William said to Sunday, "Prepare two planes for me, one to take Abby and Jesse back to the London manor, and one to take me to Monte Carlo in the Principality of Morocco in the south of France."

"Okay, SIR."

"Dear, are you really going to get involved in this?"

Seeing that William was going to the south of France, even if Abigail was smart, even if she didn't hear his conversation with Grand Duke Devon, she only thought of William saying that the father and son of Kans had hung up,

she understood what William was doing in Monte Carlo, and hurriedly persuaded anxiously, "This kind of thing of interfering in other people's internal affairs is too late for ordinary people to avoid, and you don't need to, since you are not short of money, status and reputation..."

"NO, you don't understand, since Charles came to see me that day, I can't get rid of it," William explained, holding Abigail's hand, "The only way is to completely clear Charles Cavendish's suspicion, otherwise, Grand Duke Devon and I will lose face among the English nobles and upper class, and even be labeled as unwelcome."

"So serious," Abigail asked in surprise. Jesse, who followed her, frowned and said, "Of course it's serious. Just like when I was hanging out on the streets of New York, anyone who attacked his own people would become a public enemy. Whoever kills this traitor will get a lot of benefits."

"Hahaha," William laughed when he heard Jesse link the fight for inheritance between the wealthy family and the vendetta of the gray society. "Yes, although the things are different, the meaning is the same. No one wants to deal with people who attack their own people."

After kissing Jesse on the face, William turned to Abi and said, "When you go back, take Jesse with you to help me keep an eye on the banquet. I can handle it in three days at most and two days at least."

"Two or three days? Are you so sure?"

Abigail looked at William strangely, as if to say that this matter must be related to you, otherwise who would dare to guarantee that it can be solved in two or three days.

William was so angry that he hugged Abi and slapped her round place behind her.

Abby, who was hurt, punched William in the chest and cursed him in a tender voice, which made William, who was already in a bad mood, feel itchy.

Two hours later, after sending Abby and Jesse, who were flushed and exuding laziness after fitness, to the helicopter, William boarded the helicopter to Monte Carlo with a happy mood.

Arrived in Monte Carlo, and stayed directly in the Grand Casino Hotel. Before the helicopter landed, he saw a group of people in suits standing more than ten meters outside the helipad, surrounding an old man who looked like a butler at first glance.

William didn't get off the plane until the helicopter stopped the propeller. The person who greeted him came forward and bowed to William and said, "Good evening, His Excellency the Grand Duke of Devonshire, I am Lowell, the butler of the Moroccan royal family. I am very happy that you can come to Morocco. His Royal Highness asked me to send you a formal invitation to visit the official residence."

William shook his head and refused, "Sorry, Mr. Lowell, you should have known why I came. Now is not a good time to meet. Please say hello to His Excellency the Prince and express my apologies on my behalf."

"Well, that's a pity," Butler Lowell certainly knew why William came to Monte Carlo. Someone had reported to them before that Marco Cans and his son died on a yacht called "Mediterranean Queen" in French territorial waters.

They didn't intend to get involved in this matter, but not long after, the French authorities informed them that William would go to Monte Carlo later to personally pay attention to the death of Marco Cans and his son.

If it were someone else, the royal family might not care, but William is also the Grand Duke of England. The Moroccan royal family, who are also nobles, must politely ask William if he is interested in meeting him.

Seeing William's rejection, the old butler quickly understood that William came here to pay attention to the death of his relatives, but his real purpose was Charles Cavendish, who was still alive and suspected of murder.

William certainly didn't pay attention to and participate in such internal family affairs like others.

He personally sent William to the presidential suite, and carefully told the hotel's exclusive butler some noble things, and then politely said goodbye to William.

The next morning, as soon as the yacht "Mediterranean Queen" returned from the Mediterranean, all those who were present at the scene of Marco Cans' death yesterday were taken to the Moroccan police station for questioning by the French police.

As for why the French police were investigating, it was very simple. Morocco is the second smallest country in the world, completely surrounded by French territory and only slightly larger than the Vatican.

It is nominally an independent Principality, but in fact, all aspects are affected by France, and even foreign policies must be adjusted to adjust according to the French policy.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Now that I have died a French super rich, Morocco can take over the investigation of the case.

After more than three hours of confession, around 10 am, nine suspected people lived in the French police requesting to concentrate on accommodation.

Within a few minutes, someone personally delivered to William, watching this confession, and comparing the clues surveyed by Sunday and night.

William could not help but scold the old Malco's brain, and thought that he was a big family, and no one would dare to call in front of him.

I never thought at all. Since he intends to deprive everyone of the inheritance of the inheritance of the legacy, he has long been dissatisfied with his sorrow, mean, and rigid, and how crazy he will do.

However, although Malco was dead, a paragraph he said in front of everyone on the yacht made William unlock a question hiding in his heart for ten years.

That's why his grandfather Henry Dvinshire, why he only left a small house for his mother, and even asked Lina's foreign debt left by his grandmother to see a doctor. He was extremely difficult to support William alone.