Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

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Sherilyn met her gaze squarely, shaking her head firmly in denial. “Yes, unless Mr. Smith himself wishes it, I have no plans of going anywhere.”

“You!” The girl’s anger bubbled over, her features contorting with rage. “Bitch! Using your pretty face to ensnare men, huh? Fine! I’ll just have to destroy that face of yours and s66 how you charm anyone then!” This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Enraged, she lunged at Sherilyn, reaching out to snatch a handful of her hair.

“Ah!” Sherilyn winced, a frown marring her features. “What are you doing? Let go!”

“Let go?” The girl sneered, her laughter dark and menacing. “Scared now? Too later Let’s see how I can end you!”

But Sherilyn wasn’t about to just stand there and take it. She fought back, grabbing at the girl’s hands.

“You dare fight back? Didn’t your mother ever teach you any shame?”

The room became a whirlwind of scuffling and grappling. Colin, caught in the chaos, didn’t know what to do.

“Stop it! Ms. Smith, if Mr. Smith finds out about this..”

“I don’t care!” The girl was fearless in her fury. “Even if I killed her, do you think my dad would disown me over a dancer? Ridiculous!”

Colin, stuck in a tricky spot, couldn’t step in physically. He turned to the others. “Quick, pull them apart!”

“Right!” The other women stepped in, trying to separate the combatants. But this only seemed to infuriate Ms. Smith further.

Panting and red–eyed, she hissed, “Oh, you’ve got backup, huh? Fine! Don’t blame me for getting rough then!”

In a desperate move, she clutched Sherilyn’s neck, tightening her grip.

Sherilyn’s breath stalled, her airway constricted… the world started to dim, her mind racing yet fading…

She realized, Ms. Smith was truly lost to madness, intent on killing her.

No, she couldn’t die. “Jenna, Jenna…”

Was there no one to save her?

As darkness encroached, Sherilyn’s eyes began to close, Ms. Smith’s maniacal laughter ringing in her ears.

“Going to die, huh? Just die already! Want an easy life by clinging to my dad? Dream on. Every penny he spends on you should be mine!”

The voice sounded so distant. Sherilyn believed her end was near.

“Stop it!”

Just when she had resigned herself to her fate, a familiar figure burst through the chaos.

Tall and imposing, he appeared like a guardian angel.

Gilbert’s face was a storm of fury.

With an easy but firm grip, he caught Ms. Smith’s wrist, causing her to release her hold with a cry of pain.

“Cough, cough!” The sudden release allowed air to rush back into Sherilyn’s lungs. Coughing and gasping, she collapsed, weakened from the ordeal.

“Sherilyn!” Gilbert’s eyes darkened, stormy with protective fury. He scooped her into his arms, pressing her close.

Gently tapping her face, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

Sherilyn could only shake her head weakly, words lost to he