Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184 

Gilbert’s tone was casual, almost indifferent. “By the way, I’ll send you a photo.” 

As he said that, he turned to Sherilyn. “Do you have a picture of that Minnie Mouse?” 

Uh? Sherilyn blinked, shocked, then nodded rapidly. “Yes, I do.” 

She grabbed her phone, scrolled to the photo, and held it up for Gilbert to see. 

Gilbert squinted. “Okay, send it to me.” 

A bit stunned, Sherilyn vaguely guessed what he was about to do, yet she hesitated. 

“What are you dawdling for?” Gilbert’s face darkened, his voice urging, “Hurry up. Send it!” 

“Oh, okay.” Thinking of Jenna, missing this chance was not an option. After all, it was he who had messed up her plans. Even though he was offering help, it was merely settling the score. 

Biting her lip, Sherilyn opened her messaging app and sent the photo to him. 

Gilbert forwarded it to Charles. “This one. Have them unlock the door for me. 

I’m taking one with me.” 

Charles nodded. “Understood, Mr. Gilbert.” 

The call ended. 

A rustling noise came from behind the side door in less than ten minutes. 

‘Whoosh. The shutter door on the side slowly lifted, letting light spill out. When it was about two–thirds open, someone came out. 

“Mr. Johnson!” The man, in his early thirties, was in the uniform of TeeMall. Judging by the name tag on his chest, he was the duty manager Gilbert had mentioned. 

With a smile, the manager greeted, “Mr. Johnson, sorry to have kept your waiting. Please come inside.” 

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“Okay.” Gilbert nodded slightly, walking in. 

“Follow me!” He was talking to Sherilyn. 

The manager quickly greeted Sherilyn, “Hello, miss. This way, please.” 

Anyone coming with Mr. Johnson must be someone special. Mr. Johnson demanded a toy in the middle of the night, and it must be for her, right? The manager dared not neglect Sherilyn. 

Sherilyn hesitated but followed nonetheless. 

The boutique was already open, lights on. 

The manager instructed the on–duty staff to fetch the item. “Mr. Johnson, just a moment. It will be right out.” 

“Hmm.” Gilbert nodded, his expression indifferent. 

But Sherilyn felt a whirlwind of emotions. 

The Johnson family was influential and wealthy, and it seemed they held shares in TeeMall. Otherwise, how could Gilbert wield such influence over the 

manager? 

The age–old truth was “Money talks.” 

It didn’t take long for the manager to act. He had called the boutique ahead of 

time. 

Soon, the staff members were pushing a cart their way. “Mr. Johnson.” 

“Quick, open it up,” the manager waved, urging them.