Whispers Turn

Chapter 219 

A week later, Edgar returned from his trip to Rainshore City. 

His birthday bash was on the weekend. He had planned to pick up Sherilyn. from Serenity Street, but she turned him down because she wasn’t home. 

then. 

ram in a 

Given the weekend gap, she naturally had arranged with Blake to few more scenes for their project. So, after wrapping up on set, Sherilyn hailed a cab and headed straight to Edgar’s place. 

The traffic was a bit of a mess, making her slightly late. When the server led her inside, the party was in full swing and buzzing with energy. Sherilyn spotted Edgar amidst the crowd, but seeing him occupied, she decided not to interrupt and found a seat instead. 

The room was all youthful faces. Sherilyn quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, no elders were in sight. 

“Hey, who do we have here?” Suddenly, a group approached her, led by none other than Darlene, the heiress, with a smirk that spelled trouble. 

Sherilyn frowned, contemplating a seat change. They had never gotten along, 

and she wanted to avoid confrontation. 

“Leaving so soon?” But as Sherilyn stood, Darlene blocked her path. “Sherilyn, long time no see. Why don’t we catch up a bit?” 

It was obvious that Darlene was there just to stir up some trouble. 

Trying to keep her composure, Sherilyn responded, “Move aside. We have nothing to talk about.” 

“Oh, come on, there’s always something to talk about,” Darlene sneered, “Let’s start with how you manage to be so shameless. It’s one thing for Sylvia to back you up, but this? Crashing a private birthday bash? Taking yourself for one of us, aren’t you, just because you’re some charity case taken in by the Johnson family?“. 

A whisper came from the side. “Mr. Gilbert is here, too.” 

“Oh?” Darlene raised an eyebrow smugly, “So, you clung to Gilbert to get in Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

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here? Tsk, it’s not just shamelessness. It’s outright audacity!” 

Their snickers filled the air. 

“So, what’s your game? Gilbert is tired of you, so you’re here fishing for a rich husband?” 

“Dream on!” 

“Little sparrow dreaming of becoming a phoenix?” 

Sherilyn closed her eyes, trying to ignore their barks. As she was about to retort, “If you’re done…” 

“Enough!” A deep, commanding voice cut through the mocking laughter. 

The group turned, startled, to see a posse approaching. Edgar, Gilbert, Yates, and even Caroline were part of it. 

Darlene’s eyes locked on Gilbert, her mouth agape. “Gilbert…” 

But he seemed not to hear her, his gaze lowered, his face expressionless. 

Edgar strode forward, reaching Sherilyn in a few steps and firmly taking her hand. Sherilyn was shocked and felt uncomfortable, yet she didn’t pull away. 

“You all…” Edgar’s handsome face was a stormy front as he glared at Darlene and her cronies, his voice booming, “Apologies to Sherilyn, now!” 

What? The group was stunned, their eyes wide. “Apologies to her? Why should we?” 

“Why?” Edgar scoffed, “Because your filthy mouths insulted her!” 

“Insulted?” Darlene was incredulous, “When did 1?” 

She had made remarks about Sherilyn being an orphan and sneaking into the party. 

Someone tugged at Darlene’s arm, hinting her to look at Sherilyn. Only then did Darlene realize, to her astonishment, that Edgar was holding Sherilyn’s hand.