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.”

passed through Gilbert’s eyes. “Do I need to teach you how to handle things? You have it easy as an assistant,

Charles straightened his back, daring not to say another

circumstances, the police wouldn’t get involved, but Gilbert’s intention

– to pull strings. Charles wondered

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

phone, Charles quickly made

his phone, his gaze flicked to the

“What now?”

pressure, Charles pointed behind them. “That… Mr. Ferguson seems

us.”

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

Gilbert made a spectacle searching for Sherilyn, news reached the Johnson

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well.

Caroline Bennett was finalizing this month’s accounts – she had been managing the Johnson

she handed the documents to Cara.

done. Proceed with

do, Ms. Bennett.”

living room was

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

“Big brother, I came to ask for Sawyer’s help.”

expression was grim, but he slowly nodded. “Okay.”

coma, having been saved by

no one was

“Thanks, big brother.”