Chapter 302: Foolish Women and Smart Women

"Alright, it seems I really should help him find some suitable girls." After pausing for a moment, Winston asked, "What has Perkins been up to lately?"

Garon hesitated before replying, "Sir, I don't think Miss Perkins is a suitable match. Her desire for money is too strong, and you should consider Mrs. Devonshire's feelings. I believe if Mrs. Devonshire knew about Perkins' background, she'd definitely have a problem with it."

"Hmm," Winston looked at Garon with some confusion. "What has Perkins done?"

"It seems she's had some dealings with Mr. Vigo Tarasov. Recently, Miss Perkins seemed to be in need of money and secretly took on a few assignments outside the hotel, targeting Mr. Vigo Tarasov's rivals."

"Heh," Winston chuckled coldly. "She's really an idiot, isn't she? There's a big, sturdy leg she could be holding on to, but instead, she's relying on someone like Vigo. This fool Perkins will eventually get caught up in Vigo's mess."

Winston glanced in the direction William had gone, his expression unreadable, and said softly to Garon, "Don't be fooled by how much William seems to need Vigo right now. When Vigo starts getting ideas he shouldn't, William will kick him away like a small stone."

Garon nodded. "That's only natural, sir. There are no permanent allies, only permanent interests."

This statement left Winston silent for a long time. In a somber tone, he said, "I can sense William's guard against me. Even though he hides it well, I've seen all kinds of people in my decades of experience. My instincts tell me that my nephew is far more ruthless than we imagined. Perhaps I'm just a pawn in his game."

"How could that be, sir?" Garon said, looking at Winston with alarm. "The most valuable thing you have is the Continental Hotel in New York, and you've long planned to hand it over to Mr. Devonshire. You've already given him the most precious thing. What more could he want from you?"

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

He said he didn't know, but deep down, he thought, "The target might be the High Table."

Even with Garon, his most trusted subordinate, Winston wouldn't voice such thoughts.

He speculated that William might be aiming to join the Continental Hotel's Board of Directors, or perhaps something even more ambitious—taking over the entire organization? The thought scared even Winston himself. The Continental Hotel was an organization with a history spanning hundreds, even thousands of years. There had been times in history when it was nearly wiped out.

But just like the gambling profession, the assassin's industry is impossible to eradicate completely. Winston couldn't fathom how William could take over, especially since even as the hotel's manager, Winston only knew one or two directors. He had no idea how many directors there actually were.

Forget it. If he couldn't figure it out, it was better not to think about it. Even if William had ambitions to take over, as the only bloodline of both the Devonshire and Winston families, Winston couldn't help but temporarily let it go. He decided to take things one step at a time, assessing the situation as it unfolded.

William emerged from the Continental Hotel's secret passage and waited on the street for a few minutes. The car service from the Four Seasons Hotel, which Sunday had arranged, arrived on time. A silver Rolls-Royce pulled up beside him.

Before the driver could get out to open the door, William opened it himself and got in.

"Good evening, Mr. Devonshire. It's an honor to serve you again," the driver turned to greet William from the driver's seat.

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

"Yes, sir," Adam replied with a nod.

Half an hour later, William sat in the car, watching as Alessandra Ambrosio quickly emerged from the Victoria's Secret headquarters. When she saw William through the open car window, she smiled so widely that her eyes nearly closed. She hurried to the car, opened the door, and climbed in, immediately embracing William tightly.

She then twisted William's waist a few times, gritting her teeth as she complained in a low voice, "You bastard, it's been over a month, and you finally remembered to come find me."

"Sorry, darling, I've been tied up with some matters in Oxford," William said as he gently massaged Ambrosio's shoulders, soothing her with a low voice.

"I've booked a table at the restaurant on Madison Avenue, number 11. After a nice dinner, we can go see a movie and then head home to work out. Tomorrow, I'll take you shopping on Fifth Avenue. How does that sound?"

"Not great," Ambrosio pouted, feigning distress. "Darling, I've almost died from everyone laughing at me. What kind of boyfriend are you? You barely call, and then you disappear for nearly two months. Can't you find some time to come see me?"

William internally retorted, "Of course, I have time, but can't you take some time off to come to England to see me?"

"How about this," William suggested with a smile. "Tomorrow, I'll rent a large yacht and invite your colleagues for a meal and a river cruise."

Ambrosio sat up from William's embrace, glaring at him with fierce eyes. "Don't even think about it, you bastard. William, you're such a scoundrel. Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you show up in front of those models, who knows who'll play who? They won't rest until they've devoured you. It wouldn't be long before a few of them appear in the tabloids with scandals involving you, and then they'd start a fight with me to steal you. So," Ambrosio paused, staring into William's eyes as she cupped his face with both hands. "You can go fool around with women from other industries, but I will never let you near those Victoria's Secret models."

"I haven't fooled around at all, darling. You're wronging me," William said, breaking free from her hands and giving her a kiss. "I promise I haven't strayed. See, as soon as I got to New York, I came straight to find you."

"Heh," Ambrosio smirked, a mocking look on her face, as if she were telling William that she wasn't stupid. However, she wisely didn't bring up the issue again. She returned William's kiss, then hugged his arm with a smile. "Alright, alright, I believe you. Let's go now. After over a month of intense, closed training across the country, I'm almost like a rabbit. All I've eaten are low-sodium, oil-free, sugar-free vegetarian meals. Tonight, I want to indulge in a small piece of steak."

"Just a small piece of steak? No problem, tonight you can even have a whole steak," William chuckled. "And after dinner, we'll work out at home. I guarantee you'll burn off more calories than that steak."

"Bastard, is working out the only thing you know?" Ambrosio rolled her eyes at William, her gaze almost too much for him to handle.

William took out his phone and instructed Sunday, "Sunday, find me a yacht that's available for immediate booking. Send the photos to my phone. Then, arrange for the head chef from Restaurant 11 to come to the yacht. I want to have dinner on the yacht. Let the restaurant know that money is no object."

Then he pressed the intercom button and instructed the driver, "Adam, take us to the yacht club."

"Yes, sir," Adam responded immediately and started the car.

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