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.”

“Do I need to teach you how to handle things? You

straightened his back, daring not

police wouldn’t get involved, but Gilbert’s intention

pull strings. Charles wondered if perhaps

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

his phone, Charles

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

“What now?”

“That… Mr. Ferguson seems to be

us.”

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

a spectacle searching for Sherilyn,

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well.

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

signing off, she handed the

with

Ms.

in the living

at you, just recovered a few days ago. If anything happens to Sherilyn, I’ll never

argue but turned to Francis Johnson. “Big brother, I came to ask for Sawyer’s

but

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

of the underground, no

“Thanks, big brother.”