Whispers Turn

Chapter 423

Gilbert was on his last legs, but thankfully, his subordinate arrived just in time, driving up to the scene.

Before the car even come to a complete stop, the door swung open. “Mr. Gilbert! Get in!”

Panting heavily, Gilbert managed to hurl himself into the vehicle almost as it continued to

move.

The moment he was in, he banged his arms and legs. “Mr. Gilbert, are you alright?”

*Cut the chatter!”

Gilbert had no time to worry about his bruises.

Pointing at the plain–looking van ahead with no license plate, he gasped for air and said, “Hurry! Follow that van!”

“Right away, Mr. Gilbert!”

After giving his orders, Gilbert clutched his chest. He had run too fast, and the sharp intake of breath was painful!

Once he caught his breath, he grabbed his phone and called Charles.

“It’s me…”

In the van ahead, the man started to panic.

“They’re catching up!”

“What’s there to panic about?” The woman glared at him and snapped, “Acting less brave than a girl in a situation like this!”

Though she spoke with scorn, she was inwardly panicking as well. But it was too late for regrets now.

She floored the accelerator, and their speed maxed out!

Sherilyn was thrown forward, hitting her forehead. But then something clicked. The woman looked familiar, though she was sure they had never met. Why did she seem so recognizable?

And what was the motive behind her kidnapping? It wasn’t for ransom; Sherilyn was no heiress.

Had she offended someone?

But Sherilyn, a nobody in the small town of Sunhaven, couldn’t figure out who she could have possibly angered.

Bt as mon as she did, the man grabbed her shoul

What are you looking at?

“Stay

Sherilyn complied, not out of obedience but out of pain. Her shoulder felt as if it was being crashed the pain blinding her as sweat drenched her body.

“Mam, mmm…” With her mouth gagged, she couldn’t even cry out.

Eventually, darkness took her and she passed out

When Sherilyn woke up, she was in agony

Struggling to open her eyes, she felt sweat–soaked, her clothes sticking to her body

Where was she?

The air was thick with the scent of dust and a hint of sea, not the usual surroundings for a late night. The light filtering in suggested she was in some sort of cargo hold, reminiscent of scenes from movies and TV shows

“Awake now?”

A pair of lady’s shoes entered her line of sight.

The woman from before, or rather, a girl, seemed no older than twenty

Crouching down, the girl faced Sherilyn, which struck her as odd. Weren’t kidnappers supposed to conceal their identities? Yet these two had been showing their faces openly Did they see no need to hide?

“Who are you?” Sherilyn managed to ask, breathing hard.

A The girl’s response came with a smirk that seemed typical of someone her age. Sherilyn, don’t you recognize me? It’s been years, but I recognized you right away.”