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.

With no streetlights on the mountain and the paths muddied from the rain, the longer it

Gilbert joined

the beam from his flashlight illuminated the path ahead. He occasionally glanced at his phone, anxious not

Too late!

realized it, he was already falling, his balance lost,

"Nolan! Help!"

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

"Ugh!"

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

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 torn, his palm sticky

"Damn..."

reached into his pocket for his phone, hoping to assess the damage to his leg and call Nolan

a lighter. Taking it out, he struck a flame, using the faint light to scan his surroundings. He had thought he'd fallen off

the lighter, illuminating the path ahead, but couldn't see the

Wait!

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

excitement making him stand up. "Ah...

through him, making him