Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 352

Out of jail? An ex–con?

Gilbert’s scalp tightened, and his head throbbed with an impending headache.

Sparks of anger flickered in his eyes. “What charge?”

“That… assault.”

As the words fell, Charles swallowed hard, feeling as if a chill from the grave had enveloped

him.

Gilbert, silent, nodded vigorously, his jaw set tight.

Suddenly, he barked, “Where is he?”

“He turned in his car and is still searching.”

“Hurry up!”

“Right away!”

Gilbert massaged his temples as veins bulged on his forehead. The situation was dire.

“Charles, call the police.”

But Charles hesitated. “Mr. Gilbert, I’m afraid the cops might not take it.”

“Do I need to teach you how to handle things? You have it easy as an

back, daring not

police wouldn’t get

to pull strings. Charles wondered if perhaps Gilbert was overreacting?

adult. She had left on her own accord, and it hadn’t even been 12 hours

his phone, Charles

he put down his phone, his gaze flicked to the rearview mirror.

“What now?”

pressure, Charles pointed behind them. “That…

us.”

open, scanning the rearview mirror. Sure enough, Edgar’s silver–gray Pagani

made a spectacle searching for Sherilyn, news reached

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well.

month’s accounts – she had been managing

she handed

with the

Ms.

in the living room

just recovered a few days ago. If anything happens to Sherilyn, I’ll never

didn’t argue but turned to Francis Johnson. “Big brother, I came to ask

was grim, but he slowly

active all these years, despite Francis‘ coma, having been saved by Francis when he

the underground, no one was

“Thanks, big brother.”