Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 399

When Charles put in a good word, Sherilyn breezed into the upper echelons of the Johnson Group, landing right in the CEO's office.

This wasn't her first time here. Even the secretaries recognized her by sight.

The secretaries even had her picture printed and pinned at their desks—after all, she was the woman Mr. Johnson had taken a special interest in. They couldn't afford to overlook her.

"Ms. Gomez, if you please."

The secretary, all smiles, led her to the door but didn't follow her inside.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Sherilyn stepped in.

What she hadn't expected was to find Mr. Gilbert, whom Charles had mentioned was swamped with work, lounging in the CEO's office. And he wasn't alone.

Gilbert was leaning back in his executive chair, eyes closed, with a young woman standing behind him.

The woman, with curves in all the right places and wearing makeup that was just this side of too much, was dressed in a slinky spaghetti strap dress that grazed her ankles.

They both seemed oblivious to Sherilyn's entrance.

The woman, lifting her delicate arms, gently massaged Gilbert's shoulders.

"Mr. Johnson, is this pressure alright?" she cooed.

"Hmm..." Gilbert's features relaxed in pleasure. "It's fine, but you could go a bit firmer."

"Really?" The woman paused, a hint of difficulty crossing her face.

Firmer? Was Mr. Johnson mistaking her for a professional masseuse? And a male one at that!

"Ahem." Sherilyn cleared her throat. "Sorry to interrupt."

"Huh?"

The woman looked up, about to sigh in relief, but then she saw another woman... and one who was naturally more beautiful than she was, even without makeup.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Instantly, she felt threatened.

"Who are you...?"

In front of Gilbert, the woman managed a forced smile, "Can I help you with something?"

But Sherilyn simply ignored her, her gaze fixed on Gilbert.

“Charles sent me up. He said you were willing to see me.”

After her words, Gilbert acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to enjoy the woman's massage.

Sherilyn frowned, wondering if she should just leave.

But she couldn't back down so easily, not when Rebecca was counting on her.

Finally, Gilbert opened his eyes but continued as if Sherilyn wasn't there.

Looking at his watch, he said sternly, "That's enough, stop."

This was directed at the woman behind him.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson." The woman immediately stopped and stood at attention.

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Gilbert stood up, smoothed out his shirt, and then, spotting Sherilyn almost as if seeing her for the first time flashed a roguish grin and raised an eyebrow.

"You're here?" Gilbert remarked, "Why so quiet?"

Sherilyn thought to herself, "Is this some kind of act?"

Alright, she'd endure.

Forcing a smile, she said, "Mr. Johnson, it seemed... you were busy."

"Busy? Oh, yes."

With a swift movement, Gilbert pulled the woman beside him and pushed her towards Sherilyn.

"What do you think of her?”

"What?"

Caught off guard, Sherilyn was bewildered. What kind of question was that?

Gilbert was getting impatient. "I'm asking you."

"She's..." Sherilyn hesitated, searching for the right words, "Very pretty, great figure."

This was so awkward! She couldn't even bring herself to look directly at the other woman!

"Right?"

Gilbert seemed quite pleased,

admiring the woman, "Let me

introduce you, this is my new.el

girlfriend."

"What?"

"Mr. Johnson?"

Both women were stunned.

Especially the so-called new

girlfriend, who was overjoyed, her et

eyes welling up with tears as she eagerly looked at Gilbert, reaching out to hold his hand.