Chapter 312: Two Different Outcomes

The knife aimed at Riva and Faraday was already in William's hands. He had listened to every word of Martin and Griff's conversation, and Martin's words resonated deeply with him. William had plenty of money, and it was indeed time to diversify his investments into companies with strong influence in well-known industries, as Martin had suggested, to enhance his social impact.

He already owned Aston Martin, a luxury car company, and if he could acquire Riva Yachts, he'd only need a private jet manufacturer to cover land, sea, and air. If these three companies could rise to the top of their respective industries, his influence would be unstoppable.

Feeling a surge of excitement, William was quickly taken down by Ambrosio, who had transformed into a fitness fanatic.

"Yes!" Ambrosio cheered, kissing William in delight. "Darling, you have to keep your word. From now on, this yacht will be called 'Ambrosio'."

William cursed himself for turning a simple workout into a competition, realizing that his girlfriend's mind was entirely focused on beating him. It made him feel like he wasn't really working out but being played by Ambrosio, a feeling that left him very dissatisfied.

But dissatisfaction aside, a promise was a promise. Giving Ambrosio a playful glare as she lay exhausted on the floor, William got up, put on his robe, and said resignedly, "You can choose the style of the yacht's name. Once you've decided, I'll have your name printed on it."

"Yes!" Ambrosio immediately jumped up, cheering, and ran back to the master bedroom to start researching on the computer.

"Damn, this is really my own doing," William muttered as he shook his head and headed to the swimming pool on the yacht's third deck. He lay in the pool, reflecting on the great opportunity that had fallen into his lap. William had no intention of letting it slip by, nor did he plan to cooperate with Martin and Griff.

To him, Martin and Griff were insignificant figures. Now that he had the most crucial information, they were more of a hindrance than anything else. Although William appreciated Martin, he couldn't overlook the fact that Martin had tried to scheme against him. If you're going to scheme against others, you'd better be able to handle the consequences.

"Sunday," William called out, "help me get Brian Mills on the phone in Switzerland."

"Yes, sir."

The call connected quickly. "Good evening, Boss."

"Good evening... Oh, no, it must be around 4 a.m. there. Sorry, I forgot about the time difference."

"It's fine, Boss. I couldn't sleep anyway. Barney and I are taking turns guarding the trading room. It's my shift tonight. We were just having a drink and barbecue before heading to bed. By the time I wake up, it'll be morning on your end, so I'll give you a call then."

"Does that mean the Davis deal is done?" William asked, sitting up, a bit excited.

"Yes, Boss. The final contract will close at 7 a.m. Swiss time, which is 8 a.m. London time when the market opens. As for the exact profit, your personal account manager, Mr. Felix, will report to you, but I estimate it will be about three times the initial investment."

"Only three times? Weren't you using a tenfold leverage?"

"Sorry, Boss, I'm not well-versed in this. You'll have to ask Mr. Felix for the details."

"I understand," William replied. He didn't need to ask Felix—he had full access to the transaction and could check the independent server himself through Sunday.

Tapping his earpiece lightly, William instructed, "Sunday, look into it for me."

"Task created, sir. Estimated time: ten minutes."

The lower-than-expected returns made William unhappy, and with a grim expression, he said to Brian, "Do me a favor."

"Anything, Boss," Brian responded, sensing William's displeasure.

"The manager of the New York Yacht Club, Martin Donner, make him disappear for a while." But then, remembering Martin's comments about taking out a loan to buy a house in Long Island for his two kids, William softened slightly and added, "Actually, just give him some trouble—nothing serious, but enough to keep him too occupied to focus on anything else."

"That's simple, Boss. In America, there's no bigger headache than a tax problem. I guarantee Mr. Martin Donner will be overwhelmed and end up paying a hefty fine."

"NO, not just a few thousand. Make it $120,000—no more, no less. I want to give him some motivation to better serve Ambrosio."

"Haha, understood, Boss. No problem. I'll make sure it's exactly $120,000."

"Martin Donner has two lovely children, and he loves them dearly, so be careful not to go too far. This is just a lesson—I don't want to see his family torn apart. Goodbye."

"Understood, Boss. Goodbye."

After hanging up, William had Sunday connect him to Barney's phone. This time, the phone rang for a while before Barney's tired voice answered, "Hello, Boss. What's up?"

"Sorry to call so late, Barney. I need to know if Danny Archer is fit for a mission—a simple task of seducing someone's wife."

"Haha, Boss, who's pissed you off so much that you're going this far?"

"Exactly. A Sicilian idiot who tried to mess with my money. If I don't give him some trouble, would I still be William Devonshire?"

Hearing William talk about money, Barney sighed. "Alright, if that's the case, you're already being merciful by not taking this Sicilian's life. I think as long as the pay is right, Danny Archer won't have a problem. He's planning to move to Brazil with that journalist, Maddy Bowen, he met in Sierra Leone. A no-risk mission like this is perfect for him.

Plus, in a place like rural Sicily, it's less likely Davis will find him than in Switzerland. No problem, Boss."

"Good. Send him to Sicily now. With his good looks, three days should be enough to deal with an Italian woman."

"Sorry, Boss, I wouldn't know, but if you say three days, then three days it is."

"Great. I'll send you the details. Tell Archer there's no commission this time, but if he does a good job, I'll involve him in a profitable opportunity next time, just like this one. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Boss," Barney replied, feeling a mix of exasperation and amusement at William's plan to wreck someone's marriage. But he also felt sorry for the Sicilian man. Trying to cheat William out of his money and not losing his life was already an act of mercy. At the same time, he was happy for Archer—few people got the chance to make money alongside William.

After ending the call, William had Sunday retrieve the Blackblade drone. He was no longer interested in Martin and Griff, who were about to have a run of bad luck.

He stepped out of the pool, walked into the control room, and started the yacht, heading out to sea.

This move caught Martin and Griff, who were debating whether to meet William now, off guard. With William heading out to sea, they had no choice but to postpone their plans.

Griff sighed and said to Martin, "You'll have to stay here. I need to go to London to sign the yacht contract."

"That's the only option," Martin agreed, dejected. But as soon as he sent Griff off, he sat down, a dark expression on his face, and dialed a number he had just memorized.

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