Becoming the Wealthiest Tycoon on the Planet

Before James could speak, Valentine noticed who had arrived and smiled. He snapped his fingers at a waiter and handed a glass of champagne to the guest. "Good evening, Princess Tilde. How are you enjoying the banquet?"

"Thank you," Tilde replied politely, accepting the champagne despite not wanting to drink. "I'm grateful for the invitation, but it's getting late. Prime Minister James, may I invite you to accompany me? There are a few things I'd like to ask you about."

James hesitated, his eyes still on the Macallan 1956 that Paula was holding. He felt a strong reluctance to leave, unaware that his behavior and thoughts were becoming abnormal. Normally, even with his fondness for Macallan whiskey, it wouldn't have been enough to make him stay.

Seeing James' odd behavior, Valentine chuckled softly. "Why don't we continue this discussion in the meeting room? I happen to have some questions about the Women and Children's Foundation that I'd like to ask Princess Tilde."

Tilde was surprised by this, and Valentine shrugged helplessly. "You know, I'm new to England, and there's a lot I don't know. But I understand that to enter England's upper circles, I need to show goodwill and make it clear I'm not just here to make money. Social responsibility is equally important."

Valentine paused to gauge Tilde's reaction. Seeing her smile for the first time that evening, he continued, "I understand that Princess Tilde is one of the trustees of the Women and Children's Foundation, so I'd like to consult you about making a donation."

Raising funds was a key activity for the royal family, not only to enhance their reputation but also to improve the public's perception of them. Tilde, pleased by Valentine's intention, responded warmly, "Thank you for your generosity."

With Paula leading the way, the three of them entered a reception room and exchanged pleasantries. Valentine began to flatter both Tilde and James, eventually promising to donate £1 million. Tilde's attitude toward him improved significantly as she happily discussed the foundation's mission, its operating principles, and important details about donations.

As Tilde continued speaking, she unknowingly drank quite a bit of champagne. Every time she paused, Valentine would find something else to ask her. By midnight, Tilde had consumed a considerable amount of the champagne Paula had served. Both she and James, who had been drinking heavily, were visibly intoxicated.

Smiling, Valentine suggested, "Why don't I show you both something interesting?"

Having had a pleasant conversation and feeling tipsy, Tilde didn't refuse. James, now completely under the influence of the special alcohol, was ready to follow Valentine's every word.

Paula led the group to a room in the villa filled with medical equipment.

"Please, James, Princess Tilde, lie down on these medical beds. I want to show you something fascinating," Valentine said with a grin.

James obediently lay down on the bed without hesitation, but the sight of the medical equipment snapped Tilde out of her daze. "What is this? Why did you bring me and James here? Oh God, I need to leave, Mr. Valentine."

"Hmm?" Valentine glanced at Paula with surprise, signaling her to explain. Hadn't she also added the special substance to Tilde's drink?

Paula frowned. "I'll handle her. You implant the control chip in James."

"Alright, take Tilde away and lock her in our secret base. She'll be useful later."

"Understood."

Paula grabbed the now-alert but physically weakened Tilde and led her out of the medical room. However, to Paula's surprise, Tilde's three bodyguards were waiting in the hallway.

As soon as she saw her bodyguards, Tilde cried out, "Help me!"

Hearing her plea for help, the three bodyguards hesitated, unsure whether Tilde was serious or joking. But that brief moment of doubt was all Paula needed. She swiftly eliminated them with little effort.

Moments later, a group of mercenaries approached Paula and asked, "Do you need us to take care of James' bodyguards as well?"

"No need. Just take Tilde out through the back door and lock her in the base. Be careful not to disturb the guests outside," Paula replied.

"Understood, ma'am." The mercenaries gagged Tilde with tape, slung her over a shoulder, and carried her away. As they turned, the scar from a control chip implant was clearly visible behind each mercenary's ear.

"Who would have thought Tilde was this foolish? Even with help avoiding the special drink, she couldn't escape." Back in his manor, William laughed as he observed the scene. "Did you get everything on camera?"

"Yes, sir. We have clear and complete footage of Valentine and Paula drugging James, implanting the control chip, and kidnapping Tilde."

"Excellent. The show's over for today. Now comes the part where I make money, watching Valentine get dragged deeper into the abyss."

William stood up and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Savoring a sip, he asked, "Since the news broke yesterday, how many people have been shorting Valentine Group?"

"A lot of people want to short the stock, but not many deals have been completed. The market is waiting for the latest news. No one's foolish enough to bet that Valentine Group's stock price will rise immediately at this time."

"Haha, but what if tomorrow James approves Valentine's request for special materials and backs his free plan?" William squinted his eyes and said, "Everyone loves something free, but free things are often the most expensive. Many people understand that. Once Valentine dominates most of the telecommunications market, as long as his cash flow remains steady, he could establish a monopoly, and monopolies are the most profitable business."

"Notify Felix at the Swiss National Bank. As soon as the market opens tomorrow, leverage $10 billion with a three-times margin to go long on Valentine stock. Set the contract for three days to test the waters. If the margin is too high and we can't complete the contract, we'll short Valentine Group on the fourth day depending on the situation."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Absolutely. I can't just sit by and watch Valentine's stock skyrocket, allowing him to mass-produce millions or even billions of chips and completely disrupt the world," William replied with a smile.

"Understood, sir. The message has been sent."

"Good. Keep a close eye on Phillips and the group of ten in the futures market. Inform me immediately if there's any unusual activity," William ordered. "How much cash do I have in the National Bank?"

"Understood, sir. I'm monitoring their every move. Last month, you transferred $2 billion into the Bank of England. That account currently holds $1.4 billion. In the Swiss National Bank, you have $3.96 billion left, and £750 million in the Swiss Baste Bank for the bulletproof vest funds."

"Still that much cash?" William mused. "Give me a full breakdown of the numbers."

"Certainly. In March, you shorted U.S. stocks with $400 million in capital and made $3.4 billion. In May, you shorted the Las Vegas Beauty Hotel and earned $720 million. In August, you shorted the Davies Group and made $1.63 billion. In total, over the past ten months, you've earned $6.15 billion and £750 million in cash.

"As for expenditures, your New York property cost $35 million, the Kensington Garden estate in London was $150 million, you invested $150 million in Mystara Law Firm, $110 million in Victoria's Secret, paid $300 million in taxes, and spent around $45 million on miscellaneous expenses."

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