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.”

eyes. “Do I need to teach you how to handle things? You have it easy as an assistant, don’t you?”

Charles straightened his back, daring not to say

normal circumstances, the police wouldn’t get

to pull strings. Charles wondered if

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

phone, Charles quickly made arrangements.

down his phone, his gaze flicked to the rearview mirror. “Mr. Gilbert.”

“What now?”

“That… Mr. Ferguson seems to be

us.”

Sure enough, Edgar’s silver–gray Pagani was leisurely trailing

Sherilyn, news reached the Johnson Mansion

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well.

this month’s accounts – she had been managing

she handed the documents

with the

do, Ms. Bennett.”

living room was

at Gilbert. “Look at you, just recovered a few days ago. If anything happens to Sherilyn, I’ll never forgive

but turned to Francis Johnson. “Big brother, I came to ask for Sawyer’s help.”

grim, but he slowly

active all these years, despite Francis‘ coma, having been saved by Francis when he was at death’s

no one was

“Thanks, big brother.”