Mark's expression froze. He pursed his lips tightly. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a large group of foreign guests walking over.
Mark let go of Wright's hand. In a panic, Wright lowered the gun in his hand and reached out to cover his chest, looking terrified.
When the foreign guests passed by, they were all stunned by the entrance to the basement. They quickly walked over.
"Oh my god, what's in there?"
"I really want to see a world-renowned painting."
"That's a masterpiece by the master of root carving!"
As the foreign guests spoke, they walked up to Mark and the president and looked into the basement not far away.
"I thought Earl Mark's residence was already magnificent. I didn't expect there to be so many treasures in the basement!"
"Is this a basement? No, I think this can even be called a museum!"
"Yes, what's inside are divine works of art that many designers yearn to see!"
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