Dmitry asked, "You know what, Mr. Stanford? Someone is following us." "I know." He had sensed it twenty-four hours ago.They were followed by two men and a woman, dressed in civilian clothes, trying to blend in with the summer tourists strolling the cobbled streets in the early morning, but it is not so easy not to be conspicuous in a small fortified village like Saint-Paul-de-Vence . Harry Stanford first noticed them because they were pretending to be indifferent, looking around.Every time he turned around, he always found someone hiding in a hiding place. Harry Stanford is an easy target to follow.He was six feet tall, with shoulder-length white hair and a face that was dignified and imperious.Behind him is a gorgeous and lovely young woman and a white-haired German Shepherd dog.Then there was Dmitry Kaminsky—Stanford's bodyguard, a six-foot-four man with a thick neck and a brow.It's hard to get rid of them, Stanford thought.He knew who sent them, and why they were sent to follow.He felt that danger awaited him ahead.He learned early on to trust his instincts, which helped him become one of the richest men in the world. Forbes magazine estimates Stanford Industries to be worth $6 billion, and Corporate 500 estimates it to be worth $7 billion. Harry Stanford has been profiled in The Wall Street Journal, Barron's, and the Financial Times.These reports all tried to explore his fortune-making skills, his amazing sense of capturing opportunities, and his unspeakable business acumen through which he created the huge Stanford Industrial Group, but in the end no one could explain it clearly.

But there's one thing they agree on: Stanford has an almost palpable energy, and he never tires.His philosophy is simple: If a day doesn't close a sale, it's a day wasted.His competitors, his men, and all who came in contact with him were exhausted by him.He is a genius, extraordinary.He considers himself a devout Christian.He believed in God, and God wanted him to be rich and successful, and to put his enemies to death. ※※※ Harry Stanford is a celebrity, the press knows everything about him; he is also a commoner, the press knows nothing about him.They've written about his charismatic, lavish lifestyle, his private jet and yacht, and his legendary villas in Hob Bay, Morocco, Long Island, London, the South of France.And, of course, Rose Hill, his estate in Boston's Back Bay area.Still, Harry Stanford remains a mystery.

"Where are we going?" the woman asked. He was concentrating on thinking and didn't answer her question.The man and woman on the other side of the street were using alternate tracking wrists.They just switched partners again.In addition to feeling dangerous, Stanford felt a pang of anger—they were invading his privacy.How dare they come to this place; it was his safe haven from the rest of the world. ※※※ Saint-Paul-de-Vence is a picturesque medieval-style village, surrounded by the Alpine seaside to make it even more magical historical places.It is located on top of a hill, between Cannes and Nice, surrounded by charming hills and valleys, full of flowers, orchards and pine forests.This small mountain village is an artist's paradise, an art gallery, a wonderful antique shop, and attracts tourists from all over the world like a magnet.

※※※ Harry Stanford and his party turned the corner onto Grand Avenue. Stanford turned to the woman and asked, "Do you like museums?" "Yes, honey." She made him as happy as she could.She had never met anyone like Harry Stanford before.See, I'm going to tell my girlfriends all about him.I used to think I was an expert on sex, but man, he was so creative, he was driving me crazy. They came to the Mette Museum of Art and browsed the famous paintings in the museum's collection, including works by He and more than a dozen other artists.Stanford glanced casually around and found Sophia scrutinizing one of Miró's works at the other end of the exhibition hall.

Stanford came to her. "Hungry?" he asked. "Yes, if you're hungry." Be careful. "Well, let's go to the Golden Pigeon Restaurant for lunch." The Golden Pigeon Restaurant is one of Stanford's favorite restaurants.It was a sixteenth-century building, at the entrance of the village, which was later turned into an inn.Stanford and Sophia found a table in the garden near the swimming pool and sat down.This position allows him to appreciate the works of art of and. "Prince" is a white-haired German purebred shepherd dog.Now it lay at Stanford's feet, watching warily.The dog was a shadow of Stanford.Wherever Stanford goes, it follows.The thing is rumored to slit a man's throat at the command of Harry Stanford.But no one wants to try the "dog" with their own body.

Dmitry sat alone at a table near the hotel entrance, carefully observing the comings and goings of the guests. Stanford turned around and asked Sophia: "Honey, let me order for you, okay?" "please." Harry Stanford has always regarded himself as a foodie.He ordered a green salad and a braised swim bladder for both of them. They were about to serve their main course when Joanna Zedd, the innkeeper's wife, and her husband Jan came to their table and asked with a smile, "How are you! How are you doing, Mr. Stanford?" "Excellent, Mrs. Zedd." Of course it will be fine.They were a pair of insignificant people who tried to knock down a giant, and they were bound to be disappointed.

Sophia said: "I've never been here before. The village is so beautiful." Stanford turned his gaze to her.She had been scouted by Dmitry the day before in Nice. ※※※ "Mr. Stanford, I have brought you someone." "Any questions?" Stanford asked. Dmitri grinned. "No problem." He had seen her in the lobby of the Negresco Hotel, and then he approached her and struck up a conversation. "Excuse me, do you speak English?" "Yeah." There was an Italian accent in his voice. "My master wants to have dinner with you." She was on fire. "I'm not a whore! I'm an actress," she said with her head held up condescendingly.In fact, she was just a side character in Pupo Awati's latest film, but in one of Miseppe Tenatole's, her character had two lines. "Why should I have dinner with a stranger?"

Dmitry pulled out a thick wad of hundred-dollar bills, pulled out five, and stuffed them into her hand. "My friend is very generous. He has a yacht, but he's lonely." He noticed a series of changes in her expression: from anger to curiosity, curiosity to interest. "It just so happens that I'm filming," she says with a smile. "It might not hurt to have dinner with your friends, though." "Very well. He'll be happy." "Where is he?" "The village of Saint-Paul-de-Vence." ※※※ Dmitry has great eyesight.The girl he was looking for was Italian, in her twenties, with a very sexy cat face and a plump body.At this moment, Harry Stanford looked at her sitting across from him and made a decision.

"Sophia, do you like to travel?" "I like it very much." "Well, then, let's take a little trip. Excuse me, but I'll be away for a while." Sophia watched him enter the restaurant.There is a payphone outside the men's restroom. Stanford dropped in a coin and dialed the number. "A beach operator is needed." A few seconds later, the voice of the other party speaking in French came: "This is the seaside operator." "I want to speak to the yacht 'Blue Sky'. The number is WBL980..." The call lasted five minutes.After speaking, Stanford dialed the number of Nice Airport: 21-30-30.This time the call will be shorter.

After the phone call, he spoke to Dmitri, and Dmitri left the hotel in a hurry.Then he came to Sophia. "Have you finished eating?" "All right." "Let's go for a walk." He needed time to plan. ※※※ It was a beautiful day.The sun shines through the dappled clouds on the vast land, and the sparkling river flows along the streets. They strolled along the Grande Avenue, past the Eglise Church, a very rich twelfth-century church, and stopped to buy some baked bread at a bakery in front of the Arc de Triomphe.When they came out, one of the three stalkers was standing outside, seemingly busy admiring the church, and Dmitri was waiting for him outside.

Harry Stanford hands Sophia the bread. "Why don't you take the bread to our lodgings? I'll be back in a minute." "Okay." She smiled, and then said softly, "Come back soon, dear." Stanford watched her go, then gestured to Dmitry. "Did you find anything?" "The woman and one of the men are in Amo right now on the road to Kohler." Harry Stanford knew that place.It was a whitewashed farmhouse with an orchard a mile west of the village of Saint-Paul-de-Vence. "Then there is one more?" "At the Artigny farmhouse." It is a Provençal building built on a mountainside, about two miles west of the village of Saint-Paul-de-Vence. "You want me to deal with them, sir?" "You don't have to do anything, I'll take care of them." ※※※ Harry Stanford's private house is located on Casset Street, close to the Paris City Hall. The streets in this area are all paved with cobblestones, very narrow, and most of the buildings are very old.The small building in Stanford is a five-story stone building. There are two floors underground in the main building, one is used as a garage, and the other is a wine cellar.Along the stone stairs, the first floor is the bedroom, the first floor is the office, and the third floor is the roof terrace.There are various French antiques and flowers everywhere in the building. ※※※ When Stanford returned to his residence, Sophia was already waiting in his bedroom.She was completely naked. "Why have you been here for so long?" she whispered. ※※※ In order to survive, Sophia Meteo often earns money by playing call girls in movies.In the film, she always pretends to have an orgasm to please her client.But with the man in front of her, she didn't need to put on airs.He is a man with insatiable desires, and she finds that she can't satisfy him no matter what. After a lot of ups and downs, they were finally exhausted.Sophia hugged him and whispered happily, "I can live here with you forever, my dear." I wish I could stay here forever, Stanford said to himself. ※※※ They had dinner at the Plaza Café on Place General Charles de Gaulle not far from the entrance of the village.The meal was delicious, and for Stanford, the danger at hand added spice to it. After dinner, they chose their way back home.Stanford walked slowly, wondering if anyone was following him. At one o'clock in the morning, there was a man standing across the road. He was staring at the Stanford building. The lights in the room were turned off one by one, and the whole room was completely dark. ※※※ At four thirty in the morning, Harry Stanford walked into Sophia's bedroom.He pushed Sophia lightly. "Sophia...?" She opened her eyes, looked up at him, smiled, as if foreshadowing another kiss, and then frowned as Stanford got up and dressed.She sat up immediately. "What happened?" "No, dear. All is well. Didn't you say you liked to travel? We're going to take a little trip now." She is fully awake now. "at this time?" "Yes. We must leave quietly." "But……" "Hurry up." A quarter of an hour later, Harry Stanford, Sophia, Dmitry, and "Prince" moved quietly along the stone stairs to the basement garage.There was a Renault in the garage.Dmitry carefully opened the garage door and glanced into the street.There seemed to be no one in front of the building except the white Cornisher parked by Stanford. "safe and sound." Stanford turned to Sophia and said, "Let's play a little game. You and I get in the back of the Renault and lie down." She opened her eyes wide. "why?" "I've been followed by some business rivals," he said solemnly. "I'm about to close a big deal, and they're looking into it. If they find out, I'm going to lose a lot of money." "Understood." Sophia said.She had no idea what he was talking about. Five minutes later, they drove across the village and onto the road to Nice.At the entrance of the village, a person sitting on a bench is watching the Renault car passing by the entrance of the village.Dmitry is holding the steering wheel, and next to him sits the "Prince".The man quickly took out his "Big Brother" and started dialing. "We may have made a mistake." "What's wrong?" "A brown Renault has just left the village entrance. Dmitry is driving, and the dog is in the car." "Stanford isn't in the car?" "Not here." "That's impossible. His bodyguards never leave him at night, and neither does the dog." "Is his Corniche still parked in front of his building?" "Yes, maybe he used a subterfuge." "There may be some conspiracy! Call the airport." Five minutes later, they dialed the airport control tower. "Mr. Stanford's plane?" "Yes. The plane arrived an hour ago and has been refueled." After another five minutes, the two drove to the airport, and the other stayed behind to continue to monitor the pitch-dark small western-style building. Stanford moved into the seat as the brown Renault drove past Callesulp. "It's all right, you can sit up now," he said to Sophia.He turned to Dmitry and said, "Nice Airport. Quick!"

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Notes: Wait.