Billionaire in Kingsman with a Marvel System

Early in the morning, the butler of the presidential suite at the Four Seasons Hotel knocked on the door and entered. "Sir, here is today's newspaper. As per your instructions, we've selected all the papers related to Davis."

"Mm," William took the newspapers. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sir. Would you like breakfast brought up now, or would you prefer to wait a bit?" the butler asked with a smile.

William glanced at his watch. It was 8:10 a.m. "Now would be fine."

"Very well, sir."

A few minutes later, William sat in the dining room, eating breakfast while reading the newspapers. The headlines were mostly about the assassination of Mrs. M. There wasn't much news regarding Davis's dealings with the Sevilla blood diamond, which was precisely what William hoped for.

In the futures market, buying long and selling short requires betting capital. The unfavorable news about Davis that was released yesterday hadn't yet begun to ferment, and it was overshadowed by the news of Mrs. M, the head of the Secret Service, being assassinated. This meant that the market's confidence in Davis wouldn't be too severely impacted.

Based on Davis's stock fluctuations over the past decade, William was confident that some people would buy Davis stock in the coming days, expecting it to rise after a temporary dip.

After finishing breakfast, William turned on the television. He flipped through a few channels and saw a large group of people gathered outside the Davis headquarters, protesting loudly in the streets with banners opposing the trade of blood diamonds.

After watching for a few minutes, William lost interest. This was only the first wave of revelations. The second wave would include a video of Davis's CEO trading a super pink diamond with Archer. The third and most crucial evidence would expose the entire smuggling and sales network of Davis's blood diamond operation.

Considering Davis's response strategies, this evidence would be released over the next three days. Even if it meant earning a bit less, William couldn't afford to give Davis time to cover up their crimes.

Since the situation in London had been handled, and given that William's target for shorting Davis was too large to stay in Switzerland, he left it to Brian Mills to monitor the situation. However, Brian only had managerial authority, not control over the funds. The funds were managed by the Swiss National Bank, and decisions on when to buy or sell were entirely up to William.

Meanwhile, it would take a few more days for all the parts of the Mark armor to be shipped back to the castle. With some free time, William decided to visit Boston to meet the man Winston had mentioned, Robert McCall. This time, he was looking for a personal bodyguard for his mother, and William felt he needed to meet the man in person.

Acting on this thought, William called the hotel butler to arrange for a private jet to Boston. Ten minutes later, the butler knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Devonshire, the plane has been arranged and is ready to take off at your convenience."

"Thank you." William stood up and said to the butler, "Please buy some gifts for the Chinese community. They don't have to be expensive, just something appropriate. After purchasing them, place them in my car's trunk."

"Understood, sir."

Half an hour later, William stood at the hotel entrance, took the car keys, and drove his Aston Martin DB7 towards Chinatown in London.

Following the GPS, he arrived at a restaurant called Guan's Cantonese Cuisine after a twenty-minute drive.

He got out of the car, opened the trunk, and walked into the restaurant carrying the gifts.

Since it was still early, the restaurant was empty except for a middle-aged woman cleaning. Hearing someone enter, she looked up at William but continued her work without much thought. "Sorry, sir, we're not open yet. If you'd like to order, please come back in two hours."

William didn't mind her attitude. "Hello, I'm not here to eat. Is there someone named Guan Yuming here?"

"Mm," the woman finally looked up more carefully. Although William seemed familiar, she didn't think much of it. "You're looking for Mr. Guan?"

"Yes," William nodded.

"Then wait a moment, I'll call him from the kitchen," she said as she turned and walked inside, calling out, "Boss, someone's here to see you."

William placed the gifts on a dining table and looked around. The restaurant was small, with only six tables. The décor was simple and seemed to have been around for years.

"Who's looking for me?" William heard a voice behind him as he was inspecting the restaurant's décor. He turned around with a smile. "It's been a while, Mr. Guan."

"William," Guan Yuming said in surprise, "What brings you here? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, but I do have a favor to ask," William said as he picked up the gifts from the table. "Aren't you going to invite me to sit down? I did bring quite a few gifts."

"Thank you, thank you." Guan Yuming took the gifts from William. "Look at me, getting all excited. Come, William, let's go upstairs."

They sat in the living room upstairs, where Guan Yuming personally brewed a cup of tea and handed it to William. "I'll treat you to lunch later. You can taste my cooking."

"No need to trouble yourself. I have a flight to catch to Boston later," William said after taking a sip of tea and putting down the cup. "Mr. Guan, since we're old acquaintances, I'll get straight to the point. I'm here to ask if you'd consider being my mother's driver and bodyguard."

"A bodyguard? William, you must be mistaken. If you need a bodyguard, you shouldn't be looking for an old guy like me. I'm over 40 and have been retired for 10 years. I don't have the skills to be your mother's bodyguard anymore. Don't joke around, William, I'm just a cook now."

"An annual salary of 600,000 pounds," William offered. "You'd only need to act as my mother's driver and bodyguard when she leaves the castle. While at the castle, you'd be free to work as a chef."

"600,000 pounds? Are you serious? I've been in England all these years and haven't even saved up 20,000 pounds. The thought of a 600,000-pound salary is tempting," Guan Yuming shook his head. "But it's not possible, William. I've long given up on returning to that life. Now, I just want to watch my daughter grow up, get married, and have children. Fighting isn't for me anymore."

Seeing how firm Guan Yuming was in his refusal, William decided to approach the subject from a different angle. "Alright, think about it. If you agree, I could pull some strings to help your daughter apply to Oxford University."

"That would be wonderful, William. I've been worrying about where my daughter should go to college. Having Oxford as an option would be amazing. Thank you, thank you so much, William," Guan Yuming said, gripping William's hand with excitement.

"And about the driver and bodyguard position?"

"Well, I'll think about it," Guan Yuming sighed. "But William, given that I served your grandfather for over a decade, you have to help me out. Getting into Oxford is something I never dared to dream of. If it really happens, I'd feel like I've done right by my late wife."

Damn, William cursed inwardly. The driver and bodyguard matter wasn't settled, but now he was obligated to help his daughter get into Oxford University. What kind of situation was this?

After Guan Yuming's repeated requests, William reluctantly agreed. After all, his mother had donated a substantial sum to the Oxford Faculty of Letters recently, so getting someone into the university shouldn't be a problem. But whether she could graduate would depend on her own efforts.

At noon, William had lunch at the restaurant, enjoying some of Guan Yuming's homemade Cantonese dishes, which tasted quite good.

After the meal, William didn't stay long. Before getting into his car, William looked at Guan Yuming and his daughter and kindly reminded him, "Mr. Guan, I still think you should seriously consider my offer. You could even relocate your restaurant to Oxford. It would be beneficial for you."

"Thank you, I'll think about it," Guan Yuming replied, shaking his head. "I've been running this restaurant for over ten years and have grown attached to it. I can't bear to leave it."

Alright then, since that was his choice, William didn't say anything more. He bid them farewell and drove to the airport.

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