Wilbur shrugged helplessly. To be honest, it was for their own good. Greensource Corp knew where Wilbur lived, after all. They
could send assassins anytime. The suit guy from the night before was almost at the Emperor level.
If they ran into the assassins from Greensource Corp, it would be bad for them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTina said angrily after they left, "Those two sickos. Didn't that old guy give up on bidding back when Madam Marie auctioned her
collection? Why are they trying to repurchase them now? That's so shameless of them."
Wilburforted her by saying, "et it. They won't bother showing up again if they know what's good for them. Alright, it's
getting late, you should rest early."
"Yeah, you should rest early too."
Tina left the balcony, but Wilbur stayed. It was because he sensed a ripple of unique energying his way.
Meanwhile, Greg and Pratt crashed into a man in a white suit when they walked downstairs. The man was holding a white
briefcase.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Are you blind? You should look where you're walking!"
The suit guy removed his top hat and smiled, offering a bow at Greg, and said, "I'm terribly sorry, sir. | hope you don't mind."
"F*ck, get out of here, you filthy ghetto animal."
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