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?"

Nights Bar was you have to be

That comment reminded everyone.

"Exactly!"

up, especially Fred Miller, who thought he was

until

at Colin. "Since everyone's saying it, shouldn't

"Uh..."

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

his workday and was driving back to

1/2

10-25

a light, something crossed

"David."

"Yes, Mr. Gilbert."

got something to take

are you going? I

"No need."

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

Mr. Gilbert

was Neon Nights

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

was in

Miller, you can't go back there! It's for staff