Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

This was Francis' ride.

Gilbert, holding Sherilyn's hand, took a few steps forward. The car door swung open, and there was Francis, sitting inside.

"Hey, Francis."

"Mm."

Francis nodded, his gaze briefly flitting over Sherilyn. In a gentle voice, he said, "Sherilyn, could you spare Gilbert for a moment? I have a few words to share with him." "Big bro? You're being too formal."

Sherilyn's eyes crinkled in a smile. Gilbert let go of her hand, gently touched her hair, and said, "Wait for me in the Bentley. It's cold out here."

"Got it."

Sherilyn turned and walked towards the Bentley, while Gilbert stepped into Francis' Porsche Cayenne.

Inside, the atmosphere was a tad tense.

"Those who hurt you today..." Francis started, already piecing clues together, "are from the Harrison family." "The Harrison family?" Gilbert was taken aback, disbelief in his tone. "How could it be the Harrison family?" Their eyes met, sharing the same thought.

Francis voiced their concern, "I'm afraid someone from the Harrison family is starting to suspect you."

Gilbert rubbed his temple, feeling a headache coming on.

After the incident, they had considered the possibility of an enemy from the Johnson family, but they had never suspected the Harrison family. "Big bro, what do you think the Harrisons know?"

head, equally troubled, "For now, it seems they

suspicions, and

who came at him with a knife today had been aiming

weren't for Allen, and the self-defense he had picked up over the years, Gilbert

None of them truly capable, just resorting to these despicable tactics." "Big bro..." Gilbert

what he

his hand

"Don't worry Naylor

anything yet."

these

Gilbert was a

looked at his

him with more. His brother's fate was already tough

for a while. Francis waved hand, "Now

Harrison family, just beel?o

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careful in the future."

"Yes, big bro."

is

"Okay."

turned and pushed

he was stepping

called out