Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 296

“Mr. Gilbert…” Charles frowned, a trace of concern in his voice. “Was that a gunshot?”

Yes!

Gilbert nodded sharply. The sound had come from backstage. This was bad–Sherilyn was back there!

Without hesitation, he swung open the door of their private box.

“Mr. Gilbert!”

Charles was right on his heels.

In just a minute or two, the theater had descended into chaos. Faces painted with horror, people were rushing toward the exits!

“Everybody, stay calm!”

“Please, everyone, remain calm!”

Theater security was doing their best to maintain order, but the situation was spiraling out

of control.

In the midst of the turmoil, a stampede had already started!

Amidst the chaos, Gilbert was pushing his way inward.

“Mr. Gilbert!” Charles grabbed him. “Where are you going?”

“What do you think?” Gilbert shot him a look. “Sherilyn’s in there!”

Saying so, he moved to go deeper in.

“Mr. Gilbert!” But Charles held him back, shaking his head insistently. “No! It’s chaos up ahead–it could be a riot for all we know!”

Crestwood, though not a daily occurrence, were

“So what?”

eyebrow, as if asking if Charles was

why I need to go

“Mr. Gilbert…”

Gilbert cut him off. “We can’t both get caught up in this! Someone needs to be outside to coordinate! You wait for me outside,

“Mr. Gilbert!”

wanted to protest, but Gilbert was already

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teeth. Unable to stop him what else could he do?

Gilbert’s orders.

it backstage wasn’t going to

current, all moving towards the

me, pardon

way! Why are

to get

“Excuse me, please!”

crowd, his forehead beaded with sweat.

Bang!

another shot

“Nobody run!”

stop! Did you hear

crowd didn’t heed the call.

Bang! Two more shots followed.

was beyond

was now under control. He frowned, wondering: Did

against the flow of the

door, the sudden silence made his footsteps on the floor echo distinctly.