"Divine Doctor wants to take him as a master?"
Norman Davis stared blankly, "That's impossible, how old is he?"
"Heh, Greg's right, you're just a frog in a well."
Theresa Locke sneered coldly and was about to catch up with Greg Jensen when she suddenly thought of something and stopped again, saying:
"Oh, right. I forgot to tell you, my grandfather's illness is cured, Greg cured him."
Having said that, she didn't look back and chased after Greg Jensen as he walked out.
The venue fell into a silence like death, and everyone recalled what Theresa Locke had said, exchanging bewildered looks.
The auction continued afterward, but people's attention was no longer there.
Almost everyone was texting on their phones or making calls, all to find out information about Barry Wolfe.
Meanwhile, Norman Davis stood still like a tree struck by lightning, his mind filled with Theresa Locke's recent words.
