Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 352

Out of jail? An ex-con?

Gilbert's scalp tightened, and his head throbbed with an impending headache.

Sparks of anger flickered in his eyes. "What charge?"

"That... assault."

As the words fell, Charles swallowed hard, feeling as if a chill from the grave had enveloped him.

Gilbert, silent, nodded vigorously, his jaw set tight.

Suddenly, he barked, "Where is he?"

"He turned in his car and is still searching."

"Hurry up!"

"Right away!"

Gilbert massaged his temples as veins bulged on his forehead. The situation was dire.

"Charles, call the police."

But Charles hesitated. "Mr. Gilbert, I'm afraid the cops might not take it."

A cold glint passed through Gilbert's eyes. "Do I need to teach you how to handle things? You have it easy as an assistant, don't you?"

"Yes, sir!" Charles straightened his back, daring not to say another word.

Under normal circumstances, the police wouldn't get involved, but Gilbert's intention was clear – to pull strings. Charles wondered if perhaps Gilbert was overreacting?

Sherilyn was a mature, healthy adult. She had left on her own accord, and it hadn't even been 12 hours since they lost contact.

Grabbing his phone, Charles quickly made arrangements.

As he put down his phone, his gaze flicked to the rearview mirror. "Mr. Gilbert."

"What now?"

Under pressure, Charles pointed behind them. "That... Mr. Ferguson seems to be following us."

Gilbert's eyes snapped open, scanning the rearview mirror. Sure enough, Edgar's silver-gray Pagani was leisurely trailing behind!

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