With so many people present, William could only pretend not to see Diana Rigg's signal to him, ignoring the teasing and jeering from the reporters.
Roger Moore, sitting next to him, also winked at him, giving him a look that said, "You're lucky, a beauty is throwing herself at you."
William didn't believe Diana Rigg had truly fallen in love with him at first sight. What integrity could English reporters have? They were just treating him like a fool, and incidentally, leveraging his fame as a rising star. If she could marry William, that would be even better; after a divorce, she'd get half his assets and immediately become a rich woman.
William didn't disbelieve in love, but rather in time. Otherwise, how could there be so many who loved each other to death, only to divorce a few years later? England was the second-highest country for extramarital affairs in Europa.
Do you know who is first? You might be thinking France, but you're wrong. The first is the Bullfighting Country, the country of Real Madrid. Didn't expect that, did you?
Rather than everyone suffering a few years later, it's better to learn from Hong Kong's Second Young Master Li: never marry. If you get along, stay together; if not, break up.
William looked at his watch, signaling the host to continue with the questions.
"William, hello, I'm John Terry from The Sun. I just received news that the Earl of Oxford has named you as his heir. What do you have to say about this?"
William cursed inwardly, "I haven't even inherited the title yet and I'm already being targeted." The English were truly strict about nobles; even a tiny rumor would make them pounce like they smelled something.
"Your Sun is truly impressive. I just received the news this afternoon; how did you manage it? How could you get such quick access to something that I thought was impossible to leak? Tomorrow, I'll have to check my phone. My skills are quite good; perhaps I can find something unusual on my phone."
"Protest, Mr. William Devonshire! I protest your baseless accusation that The Sun is wiretapping! I demand a public apology and compensation for The Sun's reputational damage!" John Terry of The Sunprotested, red-faced with anger.
William made a 'you're kidding me' face and said to his lawyer, Anthony: "Hey, Anthony, your law firm's business is here. If The Sun sues me, you'll have to help me, won't you, my friend Anthony?"
"No problem, William, our law firm is very willing to serve you," Anthony nodded in reply.
"That's good, haha. I believe in the strength of your Yuelida Law Firm. But I don't think I said The Sun was wiretapping, did I? I said I was going to check my own phone. That doesn't seem to constitute defamation, does it?"
Anthony nodded and said, "Mr. William, our Yuelida Law Firm has the strength and ability to win this kind of lawsuit for you. I guarantee this will not cause you any trouble."
"Haha, hey, John Terry, you heard that, right? I now welcome you to sue me. Perhaps you'll win, and you might even get a few million pounds. Wow, buddy, you're going to get rich!"
The people present looked at William, then at JohnTerry, and suddenly burst into laughter. Most reporters knew a bit about law and weren't legal illiterates. They knew that such ambiguous, unstated hints would never be accepted by a court. Only a fool like John Terry would be provoked by William into saying what he shouldn't have.
It seemed tomorrow's newspaper content would be even richer. The news agencies present would certainly not miss an opportunity to step on The Sun.
It was also unknown if John Terry would still have his job tomorrow. Perhaps he would be fired by The Sun's editor as soon as he returned to the newsroom.
A group of people watched John Terry with schadenfreude, their eyes seeming to say, "Fool, you're done for."
"William Devonshire, you haven't answered my question. Please answer my previous question; don't change the subject. As far as I know, you have no right of inheritance." John Terry.
"You'll have to ask the English House of Lords about that. If they say I have it, then I have it," Erik looked at John Terry as if he were an idiot.
However, seeing that all the reporters present looked as if they could find out even if he didn't say anything, he thought for a moment and decided to speak. By saying it himself during the live broadcast, he could clarify it. Otherwise, if reporters said it tomorrow, who knew how it would be twisted.
"Alright, since you're so eager, I'll kindly tell you. According to English noble inheritance law, the current Earl has no direct descendants, and among the collateral relatives, I am the only male heir. Only I am now qualified to inherit the title. Do you understand, Mr. John Terry?"
John Terry, still unwilling to give up, said, "But there are many Devonshire descendants in Devon who could inherit the Earl's title. Why must it be you? I suspect there's some shady dealing going on."
"Oh, right," the reporters present suddenly realized, "there's also Devon."
"I don't know if you're ill, but I think you should see a psychiatrist. What's the Duke of Devon's surname? Cavendish. Do I need to say anything more, Mr. JohnTerry? John, I really suggest you get a psychiatric evaluation. Don't delay treatment. You might even thank me then. But if you do thank me, please be sure to tell me; I'll open a bottle of champagne to celebrate for you, to celebrate you knowing your condition early and having more time to deal with it."
Haha, the reporters present were dying of laughter. William was truly too wicked, and also very cunning. He wanted to say someone had a mental illness, but didn't say it directly. Yet everyone knew William was implying John Terry had a mental illness.
He even told John Terry to inform William Devonshireif he was diagnosed with a mental illness, so William could open a bottle of champagne to celebrate. Damn, even we reporters aren't as black-hearted as William; he's directly cursing someone to get a mental illness.
But seeing The Sun get thwarted, how satisfying it was, everyone thought to themselves.
"Mr. William Devonshire, does that mean that, barring any accidents, you will be a noble in the near future?"
"Wait, I don't think it should be 'in the near future.' I think it should be 'one day in the future.' But I hope that moment comes as late as possible, because I wish the current Earl of Oxford good health. To be honest, the title is not something I hoped to get. Before today, I never thought I could inherit the Earl's title. All of this is God's will for me."
The reporters couldn't help but applaud again, thinking, "Is William really a 19-year-old kid? How can he be so articulate?"
The questioning reporter, seeing that the trap had failed to ensnare William, could only continue to ask, "Alright, William, what are your thoughts on the Earl's family wealth? As far as I know, the Earl's family wealth has increased tremendously in the past 10 years, from less than 400,000 pounds in real estate when he took over the Devonshire Family to over 11 million now. William, what can you say about inheriting such a large sum of wealth out of thin air?"