Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 238

Tonight was the kick–off meeting for the new movie project. The production company behind this venture? None other than the Johnson Group’s Nexus Media Group. Gilbert’s attendance was a given.

His presence was merely for appearances. The nitty–gritty was for the producers to handle. So, I found a quiet corner, planning to make a quick exit, but little did I know, I was about to witness quite the drama unfold.

Gilbert, tall and commanding, didn’t so much as glance at Vincent as he strode. in, his gaze fixed on Sherilyn. His expression was a mix of emotions. What was he supposed to say? Just a few days apart, and she had landed herself in this mess?

Sherilyn watched him approach, her mind a blank slate, as if she knew him but also didn’t. Her breath came in short gasps.

“Ah,” Gilbert let out a dramatic sigh and rubbed his forehead. “Feeling a bit dizzy, I need to step out.”

“Of course.” Vincent didn’t hesitate. “Mr. Johnson, let me walk you out…”

“No need.” Gilbert waved him off, nodding towards Sherilyn, “She’ll do.”

on her? What else was there to say? Vincent, without missing a beat, nudged Sherilyn, “Didn’t you hear Mr. Johnson?

one evening. Angering Gilbert could mean not just the end of her career in showbiz but struggling to

for?” Gilbert caught her wrist–the one that was bleeding profusely–and led her out of

them, Blake was sweating bullets, “Mr. Marshall, do you think Sherilyn

surprise too, and he shook his head, “Hard to say, but

was overwhelmed with regret. It was his fault

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All he could do was hope she wouldn’t get hurt.

go of Sherilyn’s hand. She hadn’t resisted on the way down, gradually calming

kicked out of a perfectly” good dance troupe! Why come here? Do you even know what

would have ended with Vincent, who could get any woman he wanted by snapping his

remained silent, head bowed. She was grateful for his intervention but had nothing to explain. The situation

again when he noticed her bloodied hand. His anger gave way to concern, “Why must you always worry me?”