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.

felt 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 longer it took, the worse it would

a flashlight, Gilbert joined the

the voices around him faded, the beam from his flashlight illuminated the path ahead. He occasionally glanced at his phone,

Too late!

he was already falling,

"Nolan! Help!"

fall was too quick,

"Ugh!"

plunged into utter darkness and confusion. A fear

shot through his thigh! Then, his fall abruptly stopped. Pain forced him to shut his eyes, gasping for air. He

"Damn..."

hoping to assess the damage to his leg and call Nolan for rescue. But the phone

a flame, using the faint light to scan his surroundings. He had thought he'd fallen off a cliff, but this drop wasn't deep enough for that. It looked more

path ahead, but couldn't see the

Wait!

That shadow-it looked like a person? Extinguishing the lighter, then striking it again, he directed the light towards the shadow...

of excitement making him stand up.

through him, making him see stars