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?"

the rule at Neon Nights Bar

That comment reminded everyone.

"Exactly!"

stirred up, especially Fred Miller, who thought he was

had been content until Colin

"Since everyone's saying it, shouldn't you follow the

"Uh..."

He hadn't

had finished his workday and was

1/2

10-25

a light, something crossed

"David."

"Yes, Mr. Gilbert."

got out of the car, saying, "I've got something to take

confused, "Where are

"No need."

the driver's seat and driving off, leaving David puzzled as the car turned not towards Golden Oak-Manor, but

Gilbert

was Neon Nights

with both time and inclination, he

was

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