Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Haha."

Gilbert sneered dismissively, "Caved in so soon? How on earth did the Harrisons decide to hire a deadbeat like you? Which Mr. Harrison are we talking about here?"

As far as he knew, there weren't many left in the Harrison clan who could genuinely claim the title of Mr. Harrison.

Naylor Harrison was the head honcho, but his sons, only two remained, both well past their prime and not much to speak of in terms of competence.

The rest were Naylor's kin, but which of them could truly stand as Mr. Harrison? Just a bunch of leeches dining on Naylor's dime.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell!"

The visitor didn't resist, "Mr. Gilbert, I'm here to find an opportunity to pass a message from Mr. Harrison to you..."

"Out with it!"

"Mr. Gilbert, Naylor wants to see you! It's urgent, Mr. Harrison prefers to keep it low-key!"

What? Gilbert was momentarily taken aback. Naylor wanted to see him? For what purpose? And he wanted to keep it under wraps?

Gilbert narrowed his eyes. "You're speaking the truth?"

"That's the gospel truth!" The visitor nodded vehemently, "Mr. Gilbert, I might not have much up my sleeve, but if I really wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have been caught so easily, right?" He had a point.

In their line of work, you needed some tricks up your sleeve to survive.

was aware of this, which was why he had sent Charles and

his grip and let the

"Ouch."

the visitor grinned sheepishly, "Much obliged,

slightly, his lips moving slightly, "Go back

visitor's face fell, "How am I supposed to

you explain it is your problem,

that's a problem for the Harrisons to sort out, not me. He wants a meeting and I'm just supposed to jump?

"Get lost!"

"Refusing to

his chin slightly,

"Not daring to!"

quickly swallowing

"Make it quick!"

"Yep!"

with Allen Abel, immediately appeared behind Gilbert. "Mr. Gilbert, what was that

shaking his head. He, too,

...

through the items Gilbert

every household

days, the items Gilbert

of noticeably higher

quality.