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.

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 be. One more

Gilbert

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

Too late!

he was already falling, his balance

"Nolan! Help!"

But the fall was too quick,

"Ugh!"

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

fall abruptly stopped. Pain forced him to shut his eyes, gasping for air. He reached for his left thigh. His pants were

"Damn..."

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

during 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 fallen off a cliff, but this drop wasn't deep enough for

the path ahead, but couldn't see the end... What place was

Wait!

person? Extinguishing the lighter, then striking it again, he directed the

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

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