Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

“Ha, ha,” David chuckled, “Isn’t that Ms. Sherilyn standing out in the crowd? You can spot her from a mile away, especially since she’s alone tonight. By the way, what’s she doing here all by herself at this hour?”

“How should I know?” Gilbert raised an eyebrow, thinking he had no idea, either.

Then, the pedestrian light across the street turned green, and Sherilyn dashed across. She whipped out her phone, unlocked a bike, and took off with a graceful push.

Curious, David mused, “Where could she be heading this late at night?”

Having learned from last time, he didn’t dare ask Gilbert if they should offer Sherilyn a lift.

Two seconds later, Gilbert spoke up, “David, follow her.”

David blinked in surprise but quickly brightened up. “Yeah, sure thing.”

With a press on the gas, they took off.

David asked, “Mr. Gilbert, are we dropping Sherilyn off?”

“No need.” To David’s surprise, Gilbert shook his head. “Don’t drive too fast. Just keep her in sight.”

“Uh?” David was puzzled but didn’t question further. “Okay.” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

He was a seasoned driver, and tailing someone was a piece of cake. Keeping a safe distance, they followed Sherilyn to Twilight Trail, where Gilbert had picked her up last

time.

As a less promising part of the old town, this area had a few decent apartments. However, Sherilyn took a turn, changing her direction. The deeper they went, the more apparent the decay of the old town became.

A frown crept unconsciously across Gilbert’s forehead, and even David couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Gilbert, what’s Sherilyn doing here? She can’t possibly live here, can she? Maybe she’s visiting a friend, huh?”

But who would visit a friend in the dead of night? Yet, the idea of Sherilyn living there didn’t seem right, either. After all, Gilbert might dislike her, even despise her, but he had never shortchanged her financially.

Gilbert’s expression soured. “Keep following.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Gilbert.” They drove on until the road got too narrow to continue.

David had to stop, “Mr. Gilbert, can’t drive through here.”

Gilbert’s face darkened as he stared down the narrow alleyway. “What’s down there?”

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“Um,” David swallowed, then revealed, “Mr. Gilbert, have you forgotten? It leads to Serenity. Street.”

Serenity Street, one of Sunhaven’s characteristics, was a historic neighborhood in Sunhaven, home to the city’s lower echelons, a melting pot of all walks of life. It was known for its complex and impoverished community.

Gilbert stepped out of the car and started walking. He was curious to see why Sherilyn. would come there. However, with that slight delay, she was nowhere to be seen when he caught up.

“Mr. Gilbert.” David stood behind him, suggesting, “Maybe Ms. Sherilyn lives here? Why don’t you give her a call?”

Gilbert didn’t think calling her was an option.

*Heh.‘ Gilbert scoffed derisively, doubting she would tell him.

Sherilyn had left without a word, and the last time he picked her up, she only agreed to meet him at the entrance to Twilight Trail. He was almost sure she lived in this area!

That was interesting. Gilbert thought, ‘Haven’t I provided her with a mansion? Why would Sherilyn choose to live in slums over a luxury residence? What is going through her mind? Is she out of her senses?”

He didn’t care. But as Sylvia had said and as he had promised, Sherilyn was his responsibility!

Turning around, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Mr. Gilbert.” On the other end was Charles.

“It’s me.” Gilbert ordered neatly, “Find out if Sherilyn lives on Serenity Street.”