Chapter 472: Almost Wiped Out

Last night, William had his suspicions and called Catherine, spending quite a bit of time talking about the formation of the new company. After that, he casually mentioned James.

Catherine, who had been in a good mood while discussing the new company, became irritated when the topic turned to James. She complained to William that some people were opposed to her attending the funeral.

After offering some words of comfort, Catherine finally revealed that the funeral would take place at 10 a.m. the next day at Westminster Abbey. She added that not only would various world leaders attend, but the entire Philip family, high-ranking nobility, and key figures in British politics would also be present at the church.

Hearing this, William broke into a cold sweat. If this situation played out like in those movies where Bakawi blew up the abbey, it wouldn't just lead to chaos in England—it could plunge the country into complete panic. A financial collapse would be the least of the problems; it could even lead to war. William's wealth in England could very quickly turn to worthless paper.

With that thought, William had no interest in listening to Catherine's complaints any longer. He quickly found an excuse to hang up and instructed Sunday to send out spider robots to monitor Westminster Abbey thoroughly. He needed to know about any suspicious activity immediately. At the same time, he arranged for Sunday to issue passes to his standby strike team, having them don their second-generation Devonshire combat suits and await orders outside the church.

William had the authority to issue these passes because the Devonshire family had long been the head of MI6's M Division. During special circumstances, they had the right to act independently, reporting to the security committee afterward. As long as William's actions didn't violate any laws and were beneficial to England, he wouldn't face any trouble.

After a restless night, Sunday reported to William the next morning that the bombs hidden in Westminster Abbey had been located by the spider robots and that the wires could be cut at any moment. Only then did William finally relax.

Now, watching the still-clueless media, excitedly covering the funeral preparations, William couldn't help but sneer. These journalists weren't as sharp as they claimed to be—they didn't even know that James had been dead for quite some time.

After grumbling inwardly, William asked Sunday, "Has Carlos arrived yet?"

"Not yet, Sir. Carlos is expected to reach his destination in six hours."

"Hmm, I didn't expect that old fox Amir Bakawi to be hiding in Colombia. If we hadn't been monitoring his three sons, finding him would've been nearly impossible."

After musing for a moment, William asked, "Do we have a full grasp of the Bakawi brothers' plans in London?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Have they set their sights on me?"

"Not yet, but the youngest, Nasser Bakawi, did suggest planting bombs at Stamford Bridge Stadium."

"FK," William cursed, then smirked. "No rush. Tomorrow, I'll send your entire family straight to Satan."

The bomb threat was no problem for William, as he had already prepared for it. His visit to Chelsea later that day was to guard against the possibility of the Bakawi family targeting the stadium.

Just because he was letting the Bakawi family make their moves and even kill a few world leaders didn't mean he wouldn't take precautions. Whether or not he saved those leaders would depend on how useful they could be for his future plans. In fact, letting a few of them die and then stepping in to rescue others would make him seem more genuine and valuable.

Saving everyone was a fool's errand. Any intelligent observer would start to suspect William if everything went too smoothly, so he needed to time his intervention carefully.

Thinking of France's President Kellner-Bacon, who had mentioned wanting to meet in London, William began to plot. If the discussions went well, saving Kellner-Bacon could be his first move, followed by rescuing others. This way, no one would be suspicious of him.

Grinning to himself, William thought about how just a few days ago, all of France had cursed him over the Château de Chantilly deal. But after saving their president, he couldn't help but wonder what the French public's reaction would be.

Heh, let's go with this plan. Who knows? I might even earn France's highest medal, William thought, chuckling to himself.

That morning, William spent time shopping with Abigail at the Burlington Arcade, and by noon, they enjoyed a seafood lunch at Gordon Ramsay's restaurant in Chelsea.

After lunch, William and Abigail went to the Chelsea stadium office, where William called in the general manager, Kenny.

"Good afternoon, Boss," Kenny greeted respectfully as he knocked on the door and entered.

"Hmm," William, who was reviewing Chelsea's financial reports, pointed to the chair beside his desk. "Sit."

"Alright, Boss," Kenny replied nervously as he carefully sat down. He always felt an inexplicable fear of the man who truly owned Chelsea.

Sitting on the sofa and flipping through a magazine, Abigail noticed Kenny's nervousness and William's stern expression. Being kind, she stood up, poured Kenny a cup of coffee, and then excused herself to visit Sofia, Gunnar's daughter.

Before leaving, William, without looking up, instructed, "Try to get a sense of when Sofia plans to return to the States."

Amused, Abigail glanced at William and replied, "Got it."

After spending about ten minutes reviewing the reports, William saw that the club had already lost £6 million in just over a month. He shook his head—this was indeed a game only super-rich people could afford to play.

But that amount of money didn't concern him. Setting the reports aside, he told Kenny, "Wait for a moment."

"Okay, Boss," Kenny replied, confused as he watched William stand up and walk into the office's private room. A minute later, William returned with a small box.

Placing the box on the desk and opening it, William pointed to the ten smaller boxes inside and said, "These are new explosive detection devices. They have a range of 200 meters. I want you to have these installed around the stadium and its surroundings this afternoon."

After finishing, William pretended to pull out his phone while having Sunday send the installation instructions and location points to Kenny's email. "The installation details are in your inbox," William added after a brief pause. "If possible, I'd prefer you to personally install these devices so that no outsiders know where they're placed."

"Understood, Boss. I'll handle it myself," Kenny agreed immediately. When the boss personally assigned him a task, only a fool would refuse.

He didn't question why William needed additional secret detection devices when the stadium already had some in place, nor did he ask why it needed to be kept confidential.

"Boss, if that's all, I'll go install the detectors now."

"There's no game tomorrow, right?"

"Of course not," Kenny replied, confused. "Boss, tomorrow is James' funeral. All matches scheduled for tomorrow have been postponed."

"Hmm, alright, go ahead."

Kenny closed the box, picked it up, and said, "Got it, Boss."

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