Chapter 525

As he rose upwards, Wilbur caught the black dot, or more precisely, the person. A lady.

Right before Wilbur landed on the ground, he stuck out a leg and pushed himself sideways from a balcony to land on an empty alley behind the hotel.

In Wilbur's arms then was a dazed-looking woman who reeked of alcohol.

Actually, she even looked a little familiar.

Wilbur took a closer look at the lady. She looked a bit like one of Galloria's biggest celebrities, Sylvia Ronan.

Despite not paying much attention to the media, Sylvia was a big enough star who had appeared in the biggest headlines enough times for Wilbur to remember her.

Was it suicide?

Wilbur was a little confused.

A while later, he carried Sylvia back to his hotel room.

It was late at night, and Wilbur took the long way back so that they would not be seen.

He put Sylvia down on the couch, shaking his head.

He had just gotten here, and something like this happened.

What could have troubled a celebrity this big to