Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 843

Exhausted to the core, Gilbert stumbled out of the cramped cabin, nearly tripping over the doorstep. "Mr. Nine!"

His bodyguard caught him just in time, eyeing Gilbert's weary, darkened complexion. "Are you alright, sir?"

"I'm fine..."

Gilbert shook his head and suddenly turned to the bodyguards beside and behind him. "Go find someone! Why are you following me?"

"Mr. Nine, we need to protect you..."

"Do I look like I need it?"

Gilbert, infuriated, his eyes brimming with sarcasm, barked, "Just go find Galen!"

"Mr. Nine..."

"Are you still standing here? Go!"

The bodyguards exchanged glances, finally scattering to carry out his orders.

a throbbing pain in his head. He rubbed his temples, scanning the surroundings. With no streetlights on the mountain and the paths muddied from the rain, the

flashlight, Gilbert joined the

glanced at his phone, anxious not to miss any

Too late!

time Gilbert realized it, he was already falling, his balance lost, plummeting straight

"Nolan! Help!"

upward. But the fall was too

"Ugh!"

pain; his flashlight long gone, he plunged into utter darkness and confusion. A

the fear could deepen, a sharp pain shot through his thigh! Then, his fall abruptly stopped. Pain forced him to shut his eyes, gasping for air. He reached for his left thigh. His pants were

"Damn..."

hands on his body. He reached into his pocket for his phone, hoping to assess the damage to his leg and call Nolan for rescue. But

the tumble, perhaps lying nearby? All that remained in his pocket was a lighter. Taking it out, he struck a flame, using the faint light to scan his surroundings. He had thought he'd

ahead, but

Wait!

just been. That shadow-it looked like a person? Extinguishing the lighter, then striking it again, he directed the light towards the shadow... Indeed, it was a person! In

making him stand up. "Ah... Damn, that

his left leg shot through him, making him see stars and grimace