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?

Charles straightened his back, daring not to say another

wouldn’t get

to pull strings. Charles wondered if perhaps Gilbert was overreacting?

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

his phone, Charles quickly

put down his phone, his gaze

“What now?”

“That… Mr. Ferguson seems to be

us.”

mirror. Sure enough, Edgar’s

searching for Sherilyn, news reached the

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well.

– she had

handed

done. Proceed with the

Ms.

living room

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

didn’t argue but turned to Francis Johnson. “Big brother,

but

been active all these years, despite Francis‘ coma, having been

underground, no one was

“Thanks, big brother.”

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