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.”

to teach you how to handle things? You have it easy as an assistant, don’t

sir!” Charles straightened his back, daring not to say

wouldn’t get involved, but Gilbert’s intention

pull strings. Charles wondered if perhaps

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

Charles quickly

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

“What now?”

behind them. “That… Mr. Ferguson seems to

us.”

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

searching for Sherilyn, news reached the Johnson Mansion

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well.

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

handed the

done. Proceed with

do, Ms.

living

at you, just recovered a few days ago. If anything happens to

to Francis Johnson. “Big

expression was grim, but he slowly

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

world of the underground, no one was more connected than

“Thanks, big brother.”