Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



Oh?

Naylor arched an eyebrow, intrigued by what was unfolding.

"Sir, shall we invite Mr. Nine in?"

"There's no hurry."

Naylor shook his head, narrowing his eyes with a glint of cunning, "The Harrison family's doors must be entered by his own choice."

"We'll wait."

"Understood."

The guest had already arrived; how much longer could they wait?

Outside, Gilbert extinguished his cigarette, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the car. The gate opened automatically as he alighted.

Nolan, accompanied by a few others, greeted him at the entrance, "Mr. Nine, please come inside."

Gilbert gave Nolan a glance, remained silent, and walked straight in. He knew that Naylor was aware of his arrival.

In the living room, Naylor was, as always, brewing tea.

Gilbert approached, and without looking up, Naylor gestured to the sofa across from him, "You're here? Have a seat." Gilbert sat down quietly as instructed.

"Hmm?"

Naylor looked up at him, a smirk playing on his lips, "So quiet today?"

When did he ever come without causing a stir, without turning everything upside down?

"Heh, quite unaccustomed to this."

Faced with the jest, Gilbert remained tight-lipped. He wasn't here for laughter.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his demeanor, Naylor dropped the smile, "Ran into some trouble?"

Their eyes met, and Gilbert hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "I need to find someone." Naylor raised an eyebrow, "Who?"

"You wouldn't know them."

Gilbert shook his head, his gaze intensifying as he leaned slightly forward, "I need your connections."

As these words left his mouth, both men paused.

Silence ensued.

Since leaving the Martin family's residence the previous night, Gilbert had been wrestling with this issue.

All the connections he previously had were tied to the Johnson family.

Sylvia had forbidden him from getting involved with the Johnson family...

For Jenna, he was willing to cast aside his pride, but ultimately, he would still be restrained.

His daughter was waiting for him to save her!

Sherilyn was shedding tears in the hospital, having become a shadow of herself overnight!

He was ready to discard his dignity and pride, but only if he held the power!

The only ones who could grant him that unbridled freedom were the Harrison family.

After weighing his options, he had come here...

After a brief silence, Naylor's lips curved into a knowing smile, "You want my connections?"

"Yes." Gilbert took a deep breath and nodded.

Naylor didn't respond directly but

pondered, "Once you take these

net

connections, it won't be just a temporary arrangement. You'll be inextricably tied!"

Pausing for effect, his tone grew heavier.

"You must have considered this before coming here, right?"

"...Yes."

Gilbert closed his eyes and nodded firmly.

Naylor had been looking for a

chance to have him take over the Harrison family's legacy, and by coming here, Gilbert had practically delivered that opportunity right to his doorstep...

Such a simple dilemma was not beyond Gilbert's comprehension.

That's why he had sat at the gate for so long.

To claim he had no hesitation would be a lie.

How much did he despise the Harrison family?

Blue Haven, this Harrison family mansion, was the site of his nightmare-filled childhood!

He had spent over a decade fleeing the Harrison family. Who would have thought that, in the end, he would return here...

He needed this wealth and power!

In this world, who could truly resist the pull of money and power?

Not Gilbert, certainly not.

Naylor watched him, his smile widening, pressing further, "Have you made up your mind?"Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Yes."

Gilbert took a shallow breath and nodded again.

"Good!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Naylor let out a delighted chuckle, "Excellent!"

He didn't inquire what Gilbert

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wanted the connections for; as long as he was willing to return to the Harrison family, that was enough.

Looking up at Nolan, Naylor called out, "Nolan!"