Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 357

Gilbert furrowed his brows, falling into a brief silence. "No more of this. Charles, let's go!"

"Yes, sir!"

Charles, barely daring to breathe, hurried after him. Caroline stood rigid, her face ashen. What on earth was happening? Her brother was like this, her other brother was like this, and as soon as Sherilyn returned... it was as though the sky had changed!

Stepping outside, Gilbert caught sight of that silver Pagani again, his expression souring further.

"Mr. Ferguson has been following us, hasn't left," Charles explained.

Like a bad penny!

Gilbert clenched his jaw; he had no time for these games now. Let it be. He bent to get into the car, and they drove off, the silver Pagani trailing behind.

At the Johnson Group headquarters, a mountain of work awaited him. Gilbert mustered his energy, bustling about. By evening, he'd managed to wrap up most of his tasks. He had neither the energy nor the mood for any socializing.

Descending to the parking garage, he got into the car, ready to head back to the Johnson Mansion. As they drove out, Gilbert couldn't help but ask, "Still no word?"

"...Yes," Charles hesitated for a moment before replying.

Hearing this, Gilbert closed his eyes, leaning back in frustration, and loosening his tie. It was the expected outcome. If there had been any news, Charles would have told him already.

Gathering his courage, Charles ventured, "Mr. Gilbert, maybe no news is good news. Perhaps Sherilyn has found some friends we don't know about... who've taken her in..."

He was cut off suddenly by the screech of brakes as the car came to an abrupt stop.

Charles glanced at the driver and asked, "David, you've been at this for ages. What's going on?"

"Oops." David offered an apologetic grin, "My bad... Look, some girl just stopped right in the middle of the road, how could I have anticipated that?"

Charles looked ahead and indeed, there was a girl there. With the roads slick with snow, her belongings scattered everywhere, she was squatting down to gather them up.

"That person..." Charles squinted, "Mr. Gilbert, isn't she from Sherilyn's dance troupe? What's her name... Rebecca?"