Of course, money was not a problem for Wilbur. All he cared about was comfort.
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."
"As long as you know what the rules are. One hundred thousand dollars."
"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 dollars upfront. That made Wilbur hopeful.
He glanced at his watch. It was only a little over five, so Wilbur rested a little before heading downstairs to eat. He arrived at 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 sunglasses and a floral shirt walked over and sat down on the seat by the pond.
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 reeking 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?"
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