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.

his temples, scanning the surroundings. With no streetlights on the mountain and the paths muddied from the rain, the longer it took,

flashlight, Gilbert joined the

beam from his flashlight illuminated the path ahead. He occasionally glanced at his phone, anxious not to miss any calls or messages. Suddenly, the

Too late!

it, he was already falling, his balance lost,

"Nolan! Help!"

constricted as he shouted upward. But the fall was too quick, and his cries plunged

"Ugh!"

his flashlight long gone, he plunged into utter darkness and confusion. A fear crept up from within-was this how it was going

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

"Damn..."

hands on his body. He reached into his pocket for his phone, hoping to assess the damage

Taking it out, he struck a flame, using the faint light to

illuminating the path ahead, but couldn't

Wait!

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

tightened, a surge of excitement making him stand

through him, making him