Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 681

It wasn't long before Gilbert, flanked by his crew, arrived at the designated spot.

As they approached the entrance, someone was already there waiting for them, greeting Gilbert with a respect that could be considered decent.

“Mr. Nine, please, this way.”

Mr. Nine?

Hearing that nickname, Gilbert paused, giving the man a sharp look, a disdainful scoff curling at the edge of his lips.

Striding forward, he made his way inside.

In the spacious living room, Naylor was lounging on a couch, a coffee table in front of him and a kettle on the stove that hadn’t yet boiled.

Hearing footsteps, Naylor looked up to see Gilbert approaching.

Gilbert walked over quickly, stopping to tower over him, visibly impatient, “I’m here! Where’s my man?”

Naylor lifted his gaze, seemingly ignoring Gilbert's question, just staring at him intently.

Studying his features meticulously, he murmured, “The resemblance is uncanny.”

Resemblance to what? Gilbert couldn’t grasp what he was hinting at.

“I mean...”

Naylor stood up, his eyes still fixed on Gilbert, “You and Francis, you do look very much alike.”

“Cut the crap!” Gilbert shot him a blank look, unamused.

“But,”

Despite Gilbert’s harsh tone, Naylor wasn’t irritated, maintaining a smile as he continued.

“You look more like your mom, spitting image.”

His voice was calm, but it dropped like a bomb in Gilbert’s heart, igniting a storm!

Gilbert stared him down, every cell in his body seething with rage. How dare Naylor mention his mother?