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If it was not something he personally instructed, he would have kicked him out. Taking the clothes without saying a word, he slammed the door shut with a bang. Sam fell silent. Did he disturb something good between them? How could Elliot be so frisky right after Grandma Dorothy’s funeral? … Joseph found Gilbert tied to a tree. He was barely alive and covered in injuries, as if he could breathe his last breath at any moment. He wondered, who exactly was Andrew? He seemed easy-going and approachable, but his actions were ruthless. Gilbert hastily cried out, "Please save me, please save me."

"Please don't make your mother introduce me to any more people on my own. You know how Ms.Gilbert never stops talking." I didn't have the chance to say anything to Sage. Not only because I was still in complete shock from what just happened between Wes and I, but also because the next thing I knew was that Sage and I were standing in front of Mrs.Gilbert. She was a short and very old lady who was in love with all things cats. Once she started talking, she never stopped. Mrs.Gilbert pulled me down to her height to hug me and as soon as she did, I knew there was no way of getting out of the very brutally long conversation she was about to pull Sage and I into.

I closed my eyes, not sure which of the prospects should horrify me more. Clarence pulled away looking offended. “Why you mother fucking....” he trailed off as I put a hand to my lips, fully grinning now. “Language, I'm still the boss. ” I smirked. He humphed and took the coffee, stalking towards the window. Ah the good old days when I actually got a reaction out of him. “I gathered the information you asked for,” Gilbert said quietly beside me. “Evelyn is still in America and from the looks of it, she's not going to stop until she gets what she wants. ”

Chapter Seven The file didn't say much. Maria Gilbert. Thirty-two years old. Newly married. Wife of Daniel Gilbert. No photograph. No detailed history. Nothing that explained what she had done or why she was a target. But there was only one instruction. Eliminate on sight. So when Elena slipped into the apartment Mr and Mrs.Gilbert owned, she knew not to waste time. The place was quiet. She moved through the living room without making a sound, her gaze sweeping over every corner as she went. Then, she heard it.

“Mrs. Helena!” Anne exclaimed breathlessly as she entered the lady’s room. “What is it?” Helena asked, frowning. Anne drew in a deep breath. “Mr. Gerald is at his house with a woman… and a baby. He looks exactly like him,” she declared. “What?” Helena narrowed her eyes, unable to believe it. “Help me into my wheelchair and take me there. I want to meet that child,” she pleaded. Anne immediately obeyed her mistress’s orders. She helped her into the chair, smoothed her long black hair, and wheeled her out of the room.

"I just want to see if you really did not have any call girl here." Gilbert was sipping his tea casually, a stark contrast to Anthony's impatience. He carefully gazed at Gilbert's expression, but he could see not the slightest flaw on his calm face. He frowned. 'Could it be that he wasn't the person who saved the ugly woman?'

Gilbert was the heir to the Young Family and since he was the leader amongst the second generation of the Youngs, he was far more respected than anyone in the third generation. Elder Young decided to show his respect for the Shears by sending Gilbert to the ceremony. "Alright. Dad, there's something else," Gilbert said hesitantly with a serious expression, "a few days ago, Iris utilized the family's forces to help that brat, Leon Wolf, and this could not mean anything good."

Gilbert, was tending to the garden, while a woman sat in a wheelchair on the porch. Straightening up, Mr. Gilbert squinted at Tony approaching and asked, "Who are you?" Mr. Gilbert had noticed unusual activity around his house over the past few days and was consequently wary of strangers. "I'm here on business, Mr. Gilbert," Tony greeted him with a smile, "a business proposition worth two million dollars." Predictably, Mr. Gilbert's eyes sparkled with interest, and he eagerly welcomed Tony inside. "Gilbert, who is this gentleman?" the wheelchair-bound woman inquired, eyeing Tony curiously.

The soft grunts, the sticky, desperate rhythm of it, her giggle. "Don’t you think if you keep up like this someone will hear us?” Gina asks with a low tone. “Someone like?” Gilbert asks mockingly. “Anyone, your girlfriend.” I swallow hard. "She cries over everything." Gilbert chuckled. "She is too soft for me, that’s why I like you, you are different." “She is just a flinch, can we forget about her now?” What? Just a flinch? Is that how low I have become in his eyes?

Anna nodded and with a smile on her face, she said, "Noah and Antony have mentioned you before. However, I just don't know why you are almost like butler Gilbert? Is it because you are from same family?" Molly stifled a laugh and smiled. "He's Gilbert’s son. Gilbert works for the Old Master and Old Madam Wolf in the old mansion, so John came here to work for Young Master." "That's right. If there's anything you need, just let me know." Molly gleefully pulled Anna over. "You don't have to stand on ceremony with us, after all, this is your home." "George didn't eat much of the breakfast you had sent to him in the morning. So, I want to prepare some porridge for him, it would be better for him