Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 297

"Hey, you!"

Seeing Sherilyn frozen in place, the impatient man grabbed her arm and yanked her up.

"Sherilyn!"

Rebecca was beside her, reaching out to help, but was immediately met with the barrel of a gun. "Stay put!"

"And you, too!"

On the other side, another member of the RED Dance Troupe was dragged out along with Sherilyn. Both of them, similar in stature, were pulled out of the dressing room.

Exchanging a glance, Sherilyn and the dancer both wore pale faces, shivering violently, unsure of what awaited them...

...

Outside the theater, the police had the building surrounded.

Using a bullhorn, they were negotiating with the people inside.

"To those inside, listen up..."

"No negotiations! Today, we're blowing this place to smithereens! Ha ha..."

"Don't be rash!"

...

Negotiations seemed to have reached an impasse.

Inside.

On the vast stage, with the curtain still down, Sherilyn and the dancer were knocked out and tied to chairs.

Gilbert, donned in a security guard uniform, pushed the curtain aside and leaped onto the stage.

"Sherilyn!" He knelt on one knee before Sherilyn.

However, Sherilyn didn't respond. It was the dancer next to her who, upon hearing the noise, struggled to open her eyes.

Seeing Gilbert, the girl tried to speak.

"Shut it!" Gilbert cut her off sharply, "Want to live? Then make no sound!"

The girl blinked furiously.

Why did she do that?

The girl lifted her eyes, signaling Gilbert to look above their heads.

Gilbert had already noticed-a balance beam was positioned above Sherilyn and the dancer's heads.

What was this?

He stood up, furrowing his brows for a closer examination. His eyes suddenly darkened-it was a bomb!

In the middle of the balance beam was a small bead. The moment this bead slid off, it would trigger the bomb's circuit! A ticking time bomb!

It all depended on how long Sherilyn and the dancer could last!

What to do?

Time was of the essence, and

Gilbert struggled to remain calm. He pulled out a folding knife from his pocket, first securely hugging

Sherilyn to cut the ropes binding her.

Then, without moving her, he reached out to the dancer.

"I'm going to cut your ropes now. After that, I'll hold the balance beam. You carry her... and run for it!" "What?"

The girl's face blanched, shaking her head vigorously, "Too risky!"

Who knew if he could hold it steady? If not, they might as well stay put.

"Not going, huh?"

Gilbert scoffed coldly, "Fine, I can just take her and leave right now!"

"No!"

Hearing this, the girl became even more scared. If they ran off, her fate was sealed—she was definitely doomed! No choice left.

"Okay!" She nodded in agreement. "I'll do as you say!"

Gilbert held his breath, cut the girl's

essed aside the folding knife,

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The girl quickly stood up, and as Gilbert released Sherilyn, she scooped her up. Gilbert, in turn steadfastly held the balance beam above Sherilyn's head!

"Run!"

Gilbert commanded lowly, sweat beading at his temples.

"Okay, okay!"

The girl nodded repeatedly, hefting Sherilyn onto her back, and bolted.