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 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 ns 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 n''s family affairs, Mister Penn. It''s not really your business, after all."


    Wilbur smirked to himself. "I don''t know what you mean by that, Mister Greg. All I did was attend an auction at Pilsey and bid for things I took a liking to fair and square. In fact, Madam Marie even invited me to 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, I won''t reach out to her anymore, and thus will not have to meddle in your family affairs."


    Greg''s expression darkened, and he walked past Wilbur to stand behind him. "I''m sure you know about what''s going on in our n, then?"


    Wilbur sighed to himself. He had realized then that Greg might be a true collector with a passion for antiques, but the guy was going out of line here with this hobby of his.


    He also sensed that Greg seemed to be wary of something, a secret of sorts within the Jonan n that he did not want others to know.


    The truth was that all big ns and families had secrets of their own, but those meant nothing to Wilbur.


    After all, Wilbur had never been the kind to snoop on the business of others to use it against them.


    Hence, Wilbur said, "I''m going to say this again. I''m not interested in the family affairs of the Jonan n, but just in Madam Marie''s personal collection. I think you''ve gotten the wrong guy, Mister Greg. You can leave now if there''s nothing else you need here."


    "Why you... Remember what you just said. I hope you don''t disappoint me, or you''ll be in big trouble!"


    Greg''s face flushed red with anger, then glowered at Wilbur before turning away and exiting the balcony at top speed.