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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!
As Gilbert made a spectacle searching for Sherilyn, news reached the Johnson Mansion as
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well.
Upon entering, Caroline Bennett was finalizing this month’s accounts – she had been managing the Johnson family’s affairs for years.
After signing off, she handed the documents to Cara.
“That’s done. Proceed with the payment.”
“Will do, Ms. Bennett.”
The atmosphere in the living room was tense.
“Oh, dear.” Sylvia Johnson massaged her forehead, pointing at Gilbert. “Look at you, just recovered a few days ago. If anything happens to Sherilyn, I’ll never forgive you!”
Gilbert didn’t argue but turned to Francis Johnson. “Big brother, I came to ask for Sawyer’s help.”
Francis‘ expression was grim, but he slowly nodded. “Okay.”
Sawyer had been active all these years, despite Francis‘ coma, having been saved by Francis when he was at death’s door.
In the world of the underground, no one was more connected than Sawyer.
“Thanks, big brother.”
Gilbert stood up, ready to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Sylvia grabbed him. “Everything’s set in motion; no need for you to run around!”
“Grandma, I can’t just sit here.”
“Sit down!” The voice commanding him was unexpectedly Francis‘.
Everyone was shocked, turning to look at him. Francis‘ face was dark, his anger barely contained. “Now you realize the urgency?”
“Big brother…” Gilbert fell silent, bowing his head.
“Hmph.” Francis scoffed coldly. “Is this how I taught you?” After a pause, he added, “A complete mess!”
At that moment, Gilbert had no words to say. Yes, he had indeed made a mess of things!
Sylvia and Caroline exchanged glances, remaining silent.
Caroline just stared at Francis, feeling a sourness in her heart. This was the first time he had shown anger since waking up. And it was directed at his most beloved brother!
It must be because of Sherilyn.
Was he also frantic with worry, consumed by his concern for her?
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