Clearly, Greg Jonan had heard Wilbur's footsteps. "Is anything the matter, Mister Greg?"
Greg did not turn around, still looking at the now-scarlet sky as if bewitched by its deep red hue. "I was wondering if you were
satisfied with the oue of today's auction, Mister Penn."
"Oh, it was pretty good. Would you happen to have a personal collection of yours for sale too, Mister Greg?"
Greg chuckled at the question, turning around to look at Wilbur. "This is the one hobby I've never had. I've never sold a single item
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from my personal collection. I've never approved of keeping antiques around to resell them once the price goes up. To love
something is to keep it by your side, forever."
Wilbur smiled. Greg's attitude towards antiques gave Wilbur a pretty good impression. After all, one usually treated their friends
the way they treated things they loved.
A man who refused to mize the things he loved for money must be a good friend, and Wilbur deemed him a friend worth
having for sure.
Wilbur said, "Well, then. Are you here because of that meteorite, Mister Greg? My apologies, I've already got plans for the rock. It's
not for sale."
"No, of course not. I'm not here for the meteorite."
Greg stepped up to Wilbur. "I'm here to remind you not to get involved with the Jonan clan's family affairs, Mister Penn. It's not
really your business, after all."
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Wilbur smirked to himself. "I don't know what you mean by that, Mister Greg. All | did was attend an auction at Pilsey and bid for
things | took a liking to fair and square. In fact, Madam Marie even invitedto her house personally. No part of that auction
involved the affairs of your family in the slightest. You're a collector, Mister Greg, and Madam Marie's still got a sizable collection in
her house that I'm sure you can afford to buypletely. If you do that, | won't reach out to her anymore, and thus will not have to
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