Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1100

Joyce drove up to the Blue Plate Diner, invited over by Sherilyn and her husband for dinner that evening.

Being the weekend, the parking lot was pretty crowded.

After a bit of searching, Joyce finally spotted an empty parking space and quickly maneuvered her car toward it. Just then, another car swooped in from the side. "Whoa!"

Her car jolted, and Joyce's heart skipped a beat-had they just collided?

She hurriedly stopped the car and jumped out to check what had happened.

"What the heck?"

The other driver, a burly man, got out and started yelling, "How are you even driving?"

What?

Joyce was taken aback, a mix of disbelief and amusement on her face. "Sir, your car hit mine! Is this really how you're going to play it?"

"That's nonsense!"

The man, towering and intimidating, bellowed, "I was almost in the spot, but you just had to squeeze in!"

"Sir! Let's not twist the facts here!" Joyce replied, exasperated.

"Cut the crap!" He waved his massive hand dismissively, as if he might just slap her with it. "Just admit it! How are you gonna pay for my car's damage?" "What?" Joyce was dumbfounded. "Are you serious right now?"

"Enough talking!" He clenched his fists, waving one at her. "Are you paying or not? Because you ain't going anywhere until you do!" "You..."

Sensing things were going south, Joyce quickly reached for her phone, intending to call the police.

"What are you doing?"

man snatched her phone

it over! Trying to call the

finish his sentence; a sharp yelp cut

"What?" Joyce looked up.

man stood a younger guy, towering over him by at

seemed lean, he had effortlessly grabbed the man's

go! Who are you? Let

a smirk, Gilbert released

casually retrieving Joyce's phonet

handing it back

"Here you go."

Joyce took it hurriedly,

at the man. "I saw it clearly. This lady was in the spot first,

recorded everything. So, are you gonna pay up and leave, or should I call the cops?"

changed instantly. "It was a misunderstanding!

he retreated to his car, "I'm leaving!

on! You still

Joyce interjected, "I can handle

deal with someone like

Gilbert turned

called after him. "Sir, thanks

shrugged it off,

left, not lingering any

was supposed to meet Sherilyn; they had planned to have dinner with her good friend

was going

film set were in opposite