Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert could tell Sherilyn was still hung up on the whole 'Saul debacle'. Taking the initiative, he broached the subject. "Saul's mess is still being looked into by Nolan. Don't worry, we won't let it slide under the rug."

The mere mention of it soured Sherilyn's mood. "Is that all you can talk about?"

Knock, knock.

The sound at the door heralded the arrival of the waiter with their dinner.

"Let's not talk about it anymore. How about we eat instead?" Gilbert suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

Sherilyn let her eyes drop slightly, nodding in agreement. "Fine, let's eat."

After a pause, she added, "And once we're done, you should probably leave."

Gilbert's smile faltered at her words, revealing a bitter sweetness. Without further comments, he pulled out a chair for her.

"Let's just focus on dinner for now."

As the door opened and the dishes were served one by one, Gilbert eagerly helped Sherilyn with her plate, his enjoyment apparent.

Sherilyn, on the other hand, was quickly getting overwhelmed. "That's enough, it's too much. It's killing my appetite! Do you even know how to serve properly?"

"Ha, okay," he chuckled, unfazed by her reproach.

Sherilyn shot him a puzzled look. "What's so funny?"

"I'm happy," Gilbert replied, pulling out a napkin to dab at the corner of her mouth where sauce had smeared. "Sherilyn, I wish you wouldn't shut me out or push me away. Even scolding me is better than nothing." Sherilyn was speechless.

Does this guy ever think straight?

After dinner, they headed back to the film set.

Sherilyn waved Gilbert off. "No need to see me off. You're busy too, just go."

"Sherilyn..."

Watching her retreating figure, Gilbert shook his head in resignation.

...

Of course, Gilbert didn't leave. He booked a room at the hotel where Sherilyn's film crew was staying and spent the afternoon dealing with work.

Outside, the day slowly faded to evening.

When he finally looked up from his work, it was already dark.

"Is it that late already?"

Rubbing his temples, he grabbed his phone and made a call.

"Hey, Mr. Marshall, Gilbert Harrison here."

"Mr. Harrison, good to hear from you."

"Are you free tonight..."

After hanging up, Gilbert put on a light smirk, grabbed his coat, and left his room.

No sooner had he left than two figures approached his door.

One was a self-proclaimed 'fan', and the other, Karol!

Karol watched Gilbert's departing back

turned he was out of sight, then

turned to the fan with a low voice,

"Getan there quick! I'll keep watch."

"Alright."

The fan nodded, using a universal cleaning staff card to open the door and slipped inside.

Karol held his breath, waiting anxiously outside.

A few moments later, the fan emerged.

"How did it go?" Karol grabbed her in anticipation. "Did you manage?"

"Don't worry," the fan reassured with a nod. "Such a small task? Of course, I did." "Great!"

Karol handed her an envelope full of cash. "Here's ten thousand, take it."

"Thanks." The fan counted the money meticulously in front of Karol, nodding in satisfaction. "Perfect, thanks!"

After pocketing the envelope, she turned to leave.

"Hey!"

Karol stopped her, his expression grave. "Remember, after taking the

we don't know each other. belongs to en.FindNovel tent

never met alone."

"Relax!" The fan raised her hand in an 'OK' sign. "I'm outta here." "Good."

She hurried away, only breathing a sigh of relief once inside the

elevator. She couldn't help but spit in disgust, "Ugh, what a piece of work!"

Thinking to herself, Sherilyn's comeuppance for her wealth and indifference was swift!

And the irony? It was orchestrated by a friend!

Hmph, what friends do the rich and heartless have? Nothing but superficial bonds!