Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 92

"Cheers, Mr. Gilbert! Cheers!"

The rowdy shouts died down to silence when the crowd realized that neither of the night's

big stars had shown up.

"Where's Mr. Gilbert?"

"Nowhere to be seen, huh?"

Soon, it dawned on everyone that Gilbert hadn't shown up at all.

"Oh, come on." Someone jeered, stirring the pot..

"Colin, how can Mr. Gilbert be the main attraction if he hasn't even shown his face?"

"Are you pulling a fast one on us?"

"No, no, you've got it all wrong." Colin waved his hands, trying to calm the crowd. "Mr. Gilbert might not be here in person, but he did leave a message."

But he couldn't spill the beans on exactly what Gilbert had said.

After all, revealing that a top bet of half a million had been placed in advance could offend the guests, despite the Johnson family's influence. And the crowd there wasn't one to be easily brushed off. "What message?" Clearly, this explanation wasn't convincing anyone.

"Mr. Gilbert can place bets without being here?"

I thought the rule at Neon Nights Bar was you have to be present to

That comment reminded everyone.

"Exactly!"

stirred up, especially Fred Miller, who thought he was tonight's top patron after spending generously on

content until

stepped forward, pointing at Colin. "Since everyone's saying

"Uh..."

forehead. He hadn't expected invoking Mr. Gilbert's name would

had finished his workday and

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light, something crossed

"David."

"Yes, Mr. Gilbert."

got something to take care of. Take a cab

are you going?

"No need."

and driving off, leaving David puzzled

Mr. Gilbert

was Neon

hadn't visited in days. Tonight, with both time and inclination, he decided

Bar was in an

you can't go back there! It's for