Whispers Turn

Chapter 32 

He strode avec bent down, and picked up the ointment, giving it a once–over. 

Unopened? She didn’t even use it! 

“Huh,” Gilbert scoffed, “She’s hooked on playing the victim to get sympathy, huh? If she wouldn’t use it, so be it. Did she think I would care?” 

Each time he recalled what Sherilyn did to Caroline three years ago, 

He tossed the ointment into the trash can with a flick. 

Gilbert knew he’d done more than enough for Sherilyn! 

Having left Golden Oak Manor, Sherilyn checked her phone and opened WhatsApp to chat with a rental agent after spending another day house hunting. 

As evening approached, she finally found something decent. The apartment was in the old town, a small, run–down one–bedroom with a kitchen and bathroom. It was not much, but it had a small kitchen and a bathroom. 

Money was tight, so she had no choice but to go for such a place. 

The rental agent asked, “What do you think? Will it do?” 

Sherilyn nodded. “It will do, thanks.” 

The rental agent smiled. “Good, let’s sign the contract. Once we sign it, I’ll confirm with the landlord, and you should be able to move in within a few days.” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Really? That’s great, thanks.” With the housing situation sorted, a weight lifted off Sherilyn’s shoulders. 

That night, she finally got a good night’s sleep. Meanwhile, Gilbert, as usual, didn’t come home 

It was Friday that day. 

After catching up on sleep during the day and refreshing herself, Sherilyn was gearing up for her first night on stage. She couldn’t afford any slip–ups. 

It was her first day on the job, and she couldn’t be late. 

Leaving early, she arrived at Neon Nights Bar twenty minutes ahead of her call time. 

Colin greeted her warmly, “Sherilyn, get ready to rock the stage tonight!” 

He gestured toward the outfit prepared for her, “Everything’s set for you, just waiting for you to dazzle everyone!” 

With a soft smile, Sherilyn nodded. “I’ll do my best, Colin.” 

“Good luck. Now go get dressed and made up!” 

“Will do, Colin.” According to the rehearsal plan, Sherilyn’s act for the night was a jazz dance while wearing a mask 

Colin’s idea was, “A beauty partially hidden is more alluring. The more you conceal, the more they want to see. And the more they want, the less we show. That way, you’ll make a name for yourself.” 

That was how to keep the customers coming back and spending money. 

Looking at Sherilyn, Colin mused, “Besides, with a face like yours, it’s a trump card worth hiding.” 

Sherilyn didn’t express any opinion. Her goal was to make money. She had no objections to however Colin planned to use her. 

When it was about time, Colin came to hurry her, “Sherilyn, are you ready? It’s showtime.” 

“Ready.” Sherilyn got up, took a deep breath, and prepared to take the stage. 

Before her act, the atmosphere was set ablaze by a sensual pole dance. Compared to the racy pole dance, Sherilyn’s outfit was somewhat modest 

As the music started, she made her entrance! Wearing a mask that covered the upper half of her face, Sherilyn opted for a bold lipstick, painting her lips a bright red. 

The striking color, with her features, didn’t come off as vulgar but rather bewitchingly enticing, catching everyone’s ayo. 

She had her long hair curled, topped with a slanted black hat