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, the worse it would

Gilbert

glanced

Too late!

time Gilbert realized it, he was already falling, his

"Nolan! Help!"

he shouted upward. But the fall

"Ugh!"

pain; his flashlight long gone, he plunged into utter darkness and confusion. A fear crept up from within-was

abruptly stopped. Pain forced him to shut his eyes, gasping for air. He reached for his left

"Damn..."

phone, hoping to assess the

a lighter. Taking it out, he struck a flame, using the faint light to scan his

lighter, illuminating the path ahead, but couldn't see the end... What

Wait!

Extinguishing the lighter, then striking it again, he directed the light

throat tightened, a surge of excitement making him stand up.

his left leg shot through him, making him see stars