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章節 63: Chapter 63: Heading to Montenegro

By the time William returned to the Hilton Hotel, it was already noon. He sat in the living room, enjoying a lavish meal with Alexandra, who was still feeling a bit under the weather. William noticed that his appetite had significantly increased—he was now eating three times more than an average person.

Watching William devour his food, Alexandra couldn't help but feel envious. She dared not indulge so freely; being a model was not as easy as it looked.

After lunch, William and Alexandra took a nap together. By 2 PM, they were out and about, ready to explore the city.

Late February in Miami brought mild temperatures around 68°F (20°C). A light jacket was all one needed to stay comfortable.

William accompanied Alexandra as they shopped in Miami's luxury boutiques. Chanel, Dior, and LV—store after store, they shopped until 7 PM, with William's arms laden with shopping bags.

Passing by a coffee shop, William pulled the still-enthusiastic Alexandra inside. Despite his strength and stamina being several times that of an average person, he was exhausted. Women's love for shopping was truly relentless.

Holding onto William's arm, Alexandra sat down in a booth, chattering happily about how she used to want everything but couldn't afford it. Today, she finally fulfilled her dream of shopping without restraint.

Seeing William's fatigued face, Alexandra felt a bit guilty. She looked at him apologetically and continued to playfully tease and act cute. They had spent £40,000 in just a few hours—an amount she wouldn't have dared to spend before. Her annual savings were often less than that.

Alexandra Ambrosio felt she had made a wise choice. William was not only considerate but also talented, handsome, and generous.

However, to William, this amount was trivial. It was like having $10,000 and spending $4 for a girlfriend—he might even feel like he got a frugal one.

After resting for a while, William called the hotel to arrange for their purchases to be sent back to their room. He felt a bit guilty about having to leave Alexandra for his trip to Montenegro and wanted to make the most of their time together. They continued their outing until 10 PM when the shops closed.

Back at the hotel, Alexandra collapsed onto the couch, motionless. William had always thought women never got tired of shopping, but now he saw differently.

Sitting beside her, William gently massaged Alexandra's shoulders and legs. "Did you enjoy shopping today, my dear?"

"Mm, yes. William, you're wonderful. I love you so much. Today, you finally helped me fulfill my long-repressed shopping dream. Thank you, sweetheart. Here, a kiss for you as a reward," Alexandra said.

Over an hour later, their lovemaking came to a peaceful end. William held a sweat-drenched, exhausted Alexandra in his arms, breathing in the scent of her hair. "Darling, do you have any other plans after your fashion show tomorrow?" he asked.

Lying on the couch, Alexandra responded softly, "No, dear. I haven't received any other invitations for fashion shows yet. I don't even know if anyone will hire me for the spring shows this year. It's really frustrating. I don't have many gigs lined up," she pouted, snuggling closer to William.

William's thoughts drifted to more intimate activities.

Turning to Alexandra, he said, "Darling, let's go for another run. I have to catch a flight to Montenegro at 3 AM, and you'll be busy with your show for the next couple of days. I'll be away for two or three days."

At around 1 AM, after another round of passionate exercise, William spoke to a nearly asleep Alexandra, "Alright, love, I need to head to the airport. How about we meet in Switzerland after your show? I'll take you skiing."

"Mm, sounds good," Alexandra murmured, barely able to muster the energy to speak, still lying on the couch.

"Okay, I'm off."

"Mm, you go ahead. I need a break from you for a few days; otherwise, you'll wear me out completely."

William chuckled, "Take care of yourself. I'll be waiting for you in Switzerland. Call me once you've booked your flight, and I'll pick you up at the airport."

"Okay, dear. Be careful," Alexandra whispered, giving him a sleepy kiss before drifting off to sleep.

William boarded a private jet to Montenegro. Small jets were a hassle, requiring refueling stops in Iceland and WYN, taking a total of 13 hours to reach Montenegro.

As he exited the airport, he saw Bond approaching with a dark-haired woman.

After a handshake and brief greeting, Bond introduced the woman, "William, this is Miss Vesper Lynd, an accountant from the Treasury. Vesper, this is William Devonshire."

"Good afternoon, Miss Vesper Lynd," William said as they shook hands.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Devonshire," Vesper replied.

With introductions out of the way, Bond suggested, "William, let's get to the hotel first."

They escorted William to an old-style Rolls Royce taxi. Bond handed William a folder, which he opened to find two passports and a sheet of paper. It detailed William's new identity as Arlington Beale, a professional gambler. Vesper Lynd, under the alias Stephanie Broadchest, was to pose as his girlfriend.

Reading the documents, William quipped, "Bond, I'm quite a well-known figure now. Do you think people will buy these credentials? And Miss Vesper, we're supposed to be lovers. Shouldn't we be sharing a room? I wouldn't mind that at all," William said with a playful grin.

"No, Mr. Devonshire. I'm a devout Catholic. For my reputation and future marriage, I think we should get separate rooms," Vesper responded firmly.

"I dislike that religion creates barriers between us, preventing some enjoyable interactions," William joked.

Vesper looked a bit uncomfortable. "Religion is a protective barrier. Surely, you have no objections to that, Mr. Devonshire."

"Not at all. Don't worry. You're not my type," William replied, turning to look out the window.

"Because I'm intelligent? Does that make you feel less accomplished?" Vesper retorted.

"I have no interest in women who already have boyfriends or husbands," William shot back, noting the Algerian love knot necklace she wore—a symbol of eternal love. It was clear to him that she was spoken for, making her entirely unappealing to him. Pursuing someone already in a committed relationship was unethical.

"Bond, why did the Treasury send an accountant? What does this have to do with them?" William asked.

Bond chuckled. "I think it's best if you don't know. If you did, you might lose your mind," he said, laughing as he glanced at Vesper.

"To prevent you from evading taxes again, Mr. Devonshire. We believe you have a history in this area," Vesper stated.

William's mind raced with irritation. "When have I ever evaded taxes? That's slander. Be careful what you say, miss. I could sue you for that."

Damn tax evasion. If they had proof, they would have arrested me long ago.

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章節 64: Chapter 64: No One Can Take My Money

"Mr. Devonshire, the day before you signed the contract to sell the game, you transferred 60% of Devonshire Industries to the British Virgin Islands. The Treasury Department suspects tax evasion," Linda Wisper said with a sly smile.

"Hah, what use is what the Treasury thinks? If there was a problem, the police would have already come after me," William retorted.

"That's why I'm here, Mr. Devonshire. I don't know why the Treasury's director believes you'll come out ahead, but since they sent me, I'll be watching you and your winnings," Linda replied.

"A bunch of idiots. I know who they are. When I get back to England, I'll make sure to give them a hard time. And I reject your oversight. This money is mine, and it's not going through the English banking system. The Treasury has no right to tax it."

"No, Mr. Devonshire, the Treasury has the right to tax any income we can trace from English citizens. We're already aware of your poker game. We'll be watching this money closely; you won't dodge our scrutiny like last time," Linda said, still smiling.

"Damn it," William muttered, glaring at Linda. He knew she was behind this; otherwise, why would the English Treasury care about taxing his money when it was withdrawn from a Swiss bank?

In 2000, unless you knew the account details, even the US couldn't tax money in a Swiss bank, let alone the English government.

"Fine, how much tax are we talking about?"

"26%."

"So, the English government did nothing but wants to take $4,860 from my pocket?"

"That's right, Mr. Devonshire. Your math is spot on," Linda said with a fake smile, pretending to praise William.

"No way, you're not taking my money," William said, picking up the phone to call his dedicated manager, Phillips, at the Swiss National Bank.

Once the call connected: "This is William Devonshire. I need you to come up with a tax avoidance plan. I'm in Montenegro right now for a ten-player poker game tonight. If I win $180 million, I want to make sure none of it gets taxed by the English government."

Phillips responded, "Understood, Mr. Devonshire. We'll send a specialist to Montenegro to meet with you. We guarantee that we can meet all your requirements. Our specialist will be there within three hours. You just need to sign some paperwork, and our bank will handle the rest."

"Excellent, I'll be waiting. Goodbye," William said, hanging up and waving his phone in front of Linda.

"See? That's the advantage of having money. A single phone call and everything is taken care of. This tax avoidance plan will make sure the English government can't find a single reason to tax me.

"You're out, Miss Linda Wisper. Sometimes, even intelligence is useless against sheer force. You should get off the train now, Miss Wisper. I'll book you a ticket back to London."

"No, William, you can't just send Linda Wisper back. This has authorization from Downing Street, and we and the Security Committee can't do anything about it. Plus, Linda brought funds to Montenegro. If you don't agree, then I'll have to take over. Many people in Downing Street and the Security Committee still doubt if you can actually win," Bond interjected.

Linda continued to watch William with a playful smile, as if she was just there to enjoy the show.

William laughed angrily and called the same number again: "I need a wild card for tonight's poker game in Montenegro. Can you arrange that?"

"Of course, Mr. Devonshire. I've just checked, and Basel Bank, which is managing the funds for this game, has significant dealings with our bank. I guarantee that within an hour, you'll have your wild card. You'll receive the full attention and care of our national bank. Enjoy your game. I'll take care of it right away. Goodbye, sir."

"Good, very good. Thank you, Phillips," William said, hanging up and grinning smugly at Linda. "See, you still can't oversee my funds."

By this point, Linda's expression had changed. She glared at William and said through gritted teeth, "Mr. Devonshire, you should know what kind of consequences you'll face if the public learns about your tax avoidance. Your reputation is already bad. If English citizens find out you're trying to dodge taxes, you'll be a public enemy."

"Pfft," William burst out laughing. "Who cares? Worst case, I get cursed at. After a few months, people will forget. As long as the English government can't do anything to me, I'll still be a billionaire. I never intended to enter politics anyway."

"I'm just a rich, idle noble. If they leave me alone, I'll go back to my Oxford castle to hunt and raise horses. There's no law against reasonable tax avoidance. As long as I remain a billionaire, I'll live as I please. If England doesn't want me, so be it."

"What about your MP3 company?" Bond asked.

"Bond, are you stuck in the Middle Ages? As long as my MP3 sells well, many countries will invite me to set up factories. Worst case, I'll move the company to the USA; that's where the main market is anyway."

"Alright, you're a billionaire. You do whatever you want. But if the Madam hears you say that, she'll be very pleased. She's always been wary of your presence," Bond said cautiously, avoiding using the code name 'M.'

"Bond, you can tell the Madam that I don't want to be the Security Committee's enforcer anymore. I just want to live my life. It's not like before the '90s. If Henry understood today's international situation, he'd agree with me. If they expect me to follow orders without any benefit, they can forget it," William declared.

Hearing this, Bond was pleased. William was exactly as he had analyzed, not interested in power struggles.

"Alright, no problem, William. The Madam will be happy to hear that. Maybe you can even have a meal together."

"No thanks," William declined, shaking his head. "I don't want the Security Committee to think I'm siding with the Madam. I'd rather avoid the trouble."

At the hotel, William parted ways with Bond and Linda Wisper, booking a luxury suite for himself. Once inside, he called Barney from the Expendables in the USA.

He needed to prepare for some contingencies. He didn't believe Le Chiffre, the black banker, would have no tricks up his sleeve. If he couldn't win the game and pay up, his employers would surely kill him.

With his life on the line, Le Chiffre would do anything. William knew his greatest weakness was his mother, so he arranged for the Expendables to protect her.

The phone rang only a few times before it was answered.

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