Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 175

Sherilyn was somewhat shocked by where she found herself. Though she had never been there before, she had heard of it.

The Lightning Dance Troupe, the premier modern dance group of Sunhaven, held a respectable position and fame even on the international stage. The troupe had once performed in Crestwood. Unfortunately, the tickets were pricey and hard to get, so Sherilyn missed out on seeing their performance.

Stepping out of the car, Sherilyn stood at the entrance, looking bewilderedly at Gilbert. What was his reason for bringing her there?

After locking the car, Gilbert gestured for her to follow with a nod of his chin.

“Oh.” Hesitating for seconds, Sherilyn nonetheless followed. Though unsure of his intentions, she was excited about being at the Lightning Dance Troupe!

Before returning to Sunhaven, she had inquired about job opportunities there, keen to join.

However, she was disappointed to learn that the troupe’s director had a policy of not openly hiring. All dancers had to be personally selected by her. Rumors even said they had an in–house training program for young recruits, eliminating the need to hire externally. So, Sherilyn had given up on that idea.

Trailing behind Gilbert, they made their way to the backstage. Tonight, there was no performance. Yet, the backstage area buzzed with activity. Several rehearsal rooms were packed with people either practicing or working on their routines, making Sherilyn envious.

Suddenly, she felt a pull on her hand.

are you looking at?” Gilbert clasped her hand, drawing her closer. “Pay

let go of her hand to straighten her clothes. “You’re about to meet Ms. Hansen. Don’t be

she asks.”

Sherilyn stuttered, “Who?”

Hansen.” Gilbert looked at her amusedly, “Ms. Daphne

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modern dance and haven’t heard of Ms.

heard of her,”

much about Daphne, the legendary!

settled then.” Gilbert knocked on

voice called from

Sherilyn, “Relax, make

nodded, half in a

cozy suite. Sitting on the sofa was a woman in her late thirties or early forties, with fine lines around her eyes but otherwise tight skin, a well–proportioned figure, and

had never met