"You're a genius," Jane Sampson praised Oscar Wilson, utterly impressed.
"The stolen auction item was indeed the one you donated, right? Don't worry, I'll be there in 20 minutes at most. When I, Oscar Wilson, step in, there's no chance of failure. Just wait; I'll come and help you catch the person who almost crashed into you." With that, Oscar swiftly hung up the phone, apparently driving.
Jane Sampson put away her mobile phone, turned to James Black and the others, saying, "Oscar is already on the way here; he knew what happened early on, so he guessed I would seek his help. I hadn't even called yet, and he had already set out."
"Oh my goodness, he's got such foresight," Amber Edwards widened her eyes slightly, secretly wondering about the kind of genius friends Jane Sampson had.
If her friends knew, they would likely only comment with '666'.
"Seems it's better not to mess with Oscar Wilson; his information channels are terrifying," Jasmine Seven found Oscar somewhat divine.
