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

back, daring not to say another

get involved, but Gilbert’s intention was

strings. Charles wondered

on her own accord,

his phone, Charles quickly made

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

“What now?”

behind them. “That… Mr. Ferguson seems to be

us.”

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

a spectacle searching for Sherilyn, news reached the Johnson Mansion as

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well.

entering, Caroline Bennett was finalizing this month’s accounts – she had been managing the Johnson family’s affairs for years.

handed the documents to Cara.

with the payment.”

Ms. Bennett.”

atmosphere in the living room

massaged her forehead, pointing at Gilbert. “Look at you, just recovered a few days ago. If anything happens to Sherilyn, I’ll

Johnson. “Big brother, I came

but he

having been saved by Francis when

world of the underground, no one

“Thanks, big brother.”