Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 681

Chapter 681

It wasn't long before Gilbert, flanked by his crew, arrived at the designated spot.

As they approached the entrance, someone was already there waiting for them, greeting Gilbert with a respect that could be considered decent. "Mr. Nine, please, this way."

Mr. Nine?

Hearing that nickname, Gilbert paused, giving the man a sharp look, a disdainful scoff curling at the edge of his lips.

Striding forward, he made his way inside.

In the spacious living room, Naylor was lounging on a couch, a coffee table in front of him and a kettle on the stove that hadn't yet boiled.

Hearing footsteps, Naylor looked up to see Gilbert approaching.

Gilbert walked over quickly, stopping to tower over him, visibly impatient, "I'm here! Where's my man?"

Naylor lifted his gaze, seemingly ignoring Gilbert's question, just staring at him intently.

his features meticulously, he

to what? Gilbert couldn't grasp what he

"I mean..."

on Gilbert, "You and Francis, you do look very

Gilbert shot him a blank look,

"But,"

harsh tone, Naylor wasn't irritated, maintaining

look more like your mom,

was calm, but it dropped like a

body seething with rage. How dare Naylor

maintaining a façade of indifference, "Oh, my mother passed away when I was young, Mr. Harrison has had the pleasure of meeting

Hmm?

the

the nerve

beat around the bush, his intention for

of the Johnson family for over a decade, all thanks to that face you got from Francis. But don't forget, you owe that face to your mom. How can you speak so lowly of

room went

eyes locked

MS

he was called 'Nine', he knew Naylor had recognized