Chapter 1783

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. Tina 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." Wilbur comforted her by saying, "Forget 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 energy coming 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. "Are you blind? You should