Orin was furious.


    Chagu had offended Wilbur, and Mister Grayson had also spoken up.


    Mister Grayson''s words were not to be taken lightly.


    Not everyone could handle his criticism.


    The door opened at that moment. Chagu and Quill cautiously walked in.


    Quill did not dare to look up. He looked at the floor.


    Chagu almost peed his pants when he saw the old man at that table.


    ''Isn''t the founder of the nation, Benjamin Grayson?'' he thought.


    Of course, he recognized Benjamin as an official with a high status.


    However, he had no chance to meet him.


    The terrifying old man was sitting next to that young man.


    The identity and status of the person who gets to sit next to Benjamin was unimaginable.


    Orin frowned and said, "Speak."


    Chagu flinched and said, "I came here to apologize, Mister Campbell. Sir, Mister Grayson, I made a mistake. I shouldn''t have..."


    "Enough," Orin cut him off.


    ''What the hell? How dare he mention Mister Grayson!'' thought Orin.


    Chagu flinched. He did not dare to speak again. He stood there like a statue.


    "Mister Penn told me what happened. Someone will contact you when I return. Now, get out. Don''t interrupt our meal," said Orin coldly.


    Chagu felt that he was done for. His career was over.


    He pitifully nced at Orin.


    Wilbur said, "Go. Don''t let the door hit you on the way out."


    Chagu cried internally because he knew that he was doomed.


    Quill mustered his courage to say, "Sir, Mister Campbell, please forgive me, alright? I came here to invest. I didn''t know your rtionship to Mister Campbell."


    "Invest? I wee you to invest, but I don''t wee someone like you. Go," Orinmanded coldly.


    Quill wanted to say something, but two men in ck suits dragged them out of the


    room.


    Wilbur shook his head and they continued to eat.


    Their meal ended an hourter. Wilbur said goodbye to them and returned to Seke Ind.


    He sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought.


    Mister Grayson seemed to be insinuating something.


    ''Is Albert Joeman that good? Or could it be that the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense has secrets no one else knew about?'' he wondered.


    Suddenly, a voice could be heard outside the door. "Sir, I''m Gertridge Quick. I have something to report to you."


    Wilbur frowned and said, "Come in."


    Gertridge opened the door and walked in. She bowed in front of Wilbur.


    Wilbur looked at the female assassin who tried to kill him back then. He asked nonchntly, "What is it?"


    "Someone wants to kill you," replied Gertridge.


    Wilbur frowned and looked at her, then asked, "Who''s trying to kill me?"


    "The Riverbank Blossoms, the organization that I used to work for," she replied.


    Wilbur was silent for a moment, then asked slowly, "How did you find out?"


    A gray spiritual dagger silently appeared behind her. She said, "The Twilight de."


    "Actually, I''ve been their mole this whole time," she said.


    Wilbur looked at Gertridge.


    She looked into his eyes without backing down either.