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

sir!” Charles straightened his back, daring not to

circumstances, the police wouldn’t get

to pull strings. Charles wondered if perhaps

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

Charles

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

“What now?”

behind them. “That… Mr. Ferguson seems to

us.”

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

for Sherilyn, news reached the

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well.

accounts – she had

handed

Proceed with the

Ms.

living room

massaged her forehead, pointing at Gilbert. “Look at you, just recovered a few days ago. If

but turned to Francis Johnson. “Big brother, I came to ask for

was grim, but

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

world of the underground, no one was more connected

“Thanks, big brother.”

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