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.”

teach you how to handle things? You have it

his back, daring

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

– to pull strings. Charles wondered if

own accord,

Charles quickly made arrangements.

his phone, his gaze flicked to

“What now?”

pointed behind them. “That… Mr.

us.”

snapped open, scanning the rearview mirror. Sure enough, Edgar’s silver–gray

spectacle searching for Sherilyn, news reached

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well.

this month’s accounts – she had been managing the Johnson family’s affairs for years.

she handed the

done. Proceed with

do, Ms.

living room

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

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

but he slowly nodded. “Okay.”

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

world of the underground, no one was more connected

“Thanks, big brother.”