Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 528

"Mr. Francis, don't worry."

At the TV station.

Forty minutes past the agreed time, and there was still no sign of Caroline.

The stars kept glancing at their watches, their patience wearing thin.

"Is she even going to show up?"

"Sure, she's a big deal, but we've got schedules too. Why should we all wait for her?"

"Keep it down, will you?"

"Why should we? It's not like being late is something to be proud of."

"Maybe we should have her assistant check in again?"

Lauren was getting anxious. Caroline had promised to be on time. What was going on?

Biting the bullet, she dialed Caroline's number again.

It rang for an eternity before being picked up. "Caroline, are you stuck in traffic or something?"

"I'm not making it tonight." Caroline's voice was cold and detached before the line went dead.

"Hello?"

Lauren was stunned. Not coming?

Why couldn't she have given a heads up? How was Lauren supposed to explain this to everyone?

But Caroline was someone Lauren couldn't afford to offend, so with a heavy heart, she went back to the rehearsal room, offering apologetic smiles to everyone.

"Sorry, Caroline couldn't make it work with her schedule tonight, so we're calling off the rehearsal."

A murmur of complaints filled the room.

"She could've said something sooner instead of making us wait."

"Guess our time doesn't matter, huh?"

Lauren apologized profusely, "I'm really sorry, everyone... truly, I am."

She then turned to Sherilyn, "Ms. Sherilyn, I'm so sorry... for wasting your time."

"It's alright."

Sherilyn offered a calm smile, far more composed than the other stars. Even if Caroline hadn't been late, she would've been leaving

his time anyway. It didn't

affect her much.

"I'll be heading out, then."

"Take care, Ms. Sherilyn."

As Sherilyn changed her clothes, she pondered why Caroline hadn't shown up. Her phone buzzed with an unread message.

It was from Gilbert, sent five minutes ago.

[I'm here, at the main entrance.]

Changing quickly, she saw Gilbert waiting by his car from a distance.

"Tired?" he asked, taking her backpack.

"Didn't do much tonight."

Sherilyn shook her head, her gaze examining him, "Caroline didn't show up tonight, left everyone hanging. Do you know why?" "Hm?" Gilbert tilted his head, a playful smile spreading across his face. "Why would I know?"

Seeing Sherilyn's skeptical look, he

chuckled, "Trying to catch me out?

Honestly, I've got no clue. But if you're that curious, should I ask my brother?"

He reached for his phone.

"No, don't!"

Sherilyn quickly stopped him, feeling it inappropriate to bother Francis over such a trivial matter late at night.

"Are you sure?" Gilbert's eyes

twinkled with mischief. "I wouldn'et

want you getting the wrong idea and getting jealous for no reason."

"Oh, shut up!"

Sherilyn rolled her eyes at him and got into the car.

Gilbert watched her slender figure, his smile faltering...

Sorry, Sherilyn, for not telling the truth.

It involved his brother and was connected to Rebecca... and Rebecca was Sherilyn's good friend...

"By the way."

In the car, Sherilyn remembered something about Rebecca, "Did you replace out about that phone number?"

Gilbert nodded, his long fingers tapping on the steering wheel, a silent apology in his eyes.

"Sorry, Sherilyn..."

He barely whispered, "Yes, I found it..."