Of course, money was not a problem for Wilbur. All he cared about wasfort.


    He sat down in the living room of his suite and dialed Ted’s number. The call connected and a voice


    could be heard answering the call, “Hello?”


    “Mister Dominic?


    “Speaking Who is this?”


    “Hi, I’m Wilbur Penn. I heard there was an auction happening tomorrow night. Could you help me with


    that?”


    “How did you get my number?”


    “Let’s not get into that. We’ll do this by the rules.”


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    “As long as you know what the rules are. One hundred thousand dors.”


    “No problem, when can we meet?”


    “Where are you?”


    “The Starry Hotel”


    “Eight o’clock, by the pond in the hotel garden.”


    “Got it.”


    The call ended, and Wilbur chuckled.


    What a guy, demanding a hundred thousand dors upfront. That made Wilbur hopeful.


    He nced at his watch. It was only a little over five, so Wilbur rested a little before heading downstairs


    to eat. He arrived the hotel garden at a little past seven.


    The garden was not big but made for a beautiful view with various trees and flowers.


    Wilbur strolled around on his own, making his way to the middle of the garden where a pond with a


    fountain was located.


    There were many chairs nearby for the guests to sit on, so Wilbur took a seat on one of them while he


    waited.


    Not long after that, a man wearing sunsses and a floral shirt walked over and sat down on the seat


    by the pond.


    Wilbur waved at him. “Mister Dominic?‘


    The man looked over, then got up at once and walked up to Wilbur. “Mister Penn?”


    Wilbur nodded. Ted got straight to the point. “Follow the rules. I’ll get you in there.”


    “No problem.”


    Wilbur transferred the hundred thousand dors at once. Ted put his phone away and took off his


    sunsses. “You’re a man of your word, so I’ll keep mine too. Be here again at seven o’clock in the


    evening tomorrow. I’ll take you there.”


    “Thank you so much.” Wilbur smiled.


    Just then, a woman walked past them, catching both their attention


    She was wearing sunsses but had slender curves that her dress lugged around, radiating a charm


    that made Wilbur and Ted take another nce at her.


    “Not bad,” Ted chucked.


    Wilbur, however, was a little surprised, wondering. Isn’t that Sammy Shandon? What is she doing over


    here?!


    Sammy sat down in a more secluded spot, staring at the water in a daze.


    Ted and Wilbur exchanged smiles, and Wilbur was about to leave.


    Just then, a dozen men charged over and surrounded Sammy. A middle–aged man appeared from


    behind, shouting and cursing “You b*tch! How f*cking dare you! Was it really so f*cking hard to just


    have dinner with me?”


    Sammy’s expression darkened and then turned her head to look away.


    Wilbur’s eyes widened. That was Barry Lance! What a small world indeed!


    Barry stormed up to Sammy, his breath reeling of alcohol “Sammy Shandon, I only asked you out of


    courtesy You’re far from who you were five years ago.”


    Sammy was fuming but remained silent,


    Barry sneered, turning to his men. Take her back.”


    His men sprang into action, and Sammy’s expression changed. She was, after all, a celebrity, and that


    was far too embarrassing.


    Wilbur could not take it any longer and shouted, “What do you think you’re doing, bullying a woman like


    that?”