Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 880

Unless he decided to completely live off the grid, avoiding smartphones, credit cards, and any form of identification-which, in today's world, is almost impossible. "Nolan's keeping a close eye on this..."

However, there were more urgent matters to address.

Gilbert shifted the conversation, hesitating slightly, "Given the current situation..."

As soon as he started speaking, Sherilyn had a feeling about what was coming and managed a strained smile. "It's pretty bad, isn't it?"

Though she hadn't experienced it firsthand, she was no stranger to the spectacle of public scandals.

How many celebrities had tumbled into disgrace as their scandals went viral online?

Once 'misconduct' surfaces and public opinion starts to snowball, it's nearly impossible to reverse the damage.

Sherilyn clasped her hands tightly on her lap, her knuckles turning white with tension.

"Yes, it is."

Gilbert nodded, unable to dispute that the situation was indeed dire.

But he hadn't come without a plan.

He spoke with careful consideration, "I have a strategy... If you agree, I'm confident we can turn things around."

Sherilyn was taken aback. He had a strategy?

"What kind of strategy?"

"Well..."

Gilbert swallowed, his gaze steady on her.

Speaking slowly and with precision, he said, "We deny everything. Insist that it's all Photoshopped."

"What?"

Sherilyn was shocked.

Photoshopped? Could that really work?

"But can't people tell if something's Photoshopped?"

Gilbert explained, "The picture is quite blurry; most people can't distinguish. I'll have someone manage the narrative online, and it shouldn't be a problem." "That simple?" Sherilyn frowned, skeptical of the simplicity.

"Of course, it's not that simple."

Gilbert leaned forward, hands clasped together in front of him.

His expression was a mix of tension and unease, "We might need to create some buzz around our relationship..."

"What?!" Sherilyn was startled. What was he suggesting?

"Stop joking..."

"I'm not joking."

This was a carefully thought-out plan by Gilbert, the most straightforward and effective solution available.

"During that period, I genuinely was pursuing you... I often went to the Neon Nights Bar because of you. It's all verifiable! We even went public before."

Gilbert's heart tightened, "My reputation should help manage the public opinion... No one would believe you, being with me, would need to be supported by someone

else; that's absurd!"

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In terms of appearance, he was young and handsome, a stark contrast to Ernest's middle-aged, out-of-shape look in the photos.

And in terms of wealth, could there be any doubt he could support his own girlfriend?

"Sherilyn..."

"Mr. Johnson."

Rebecca White emerged from the kitchen, placing a glass of water in front of Gilbert. "Here's some water."

"Thank you." Gilbert took the glass, holding it in his hand.

He glanced at Sherilyn, "The sooner we deal with this, the better. It'll shift public opinion in your favor."

"Mr. Johnson." Rebecca nodded at him, "Can I have a word with Sherilyn?"

"...Sure." Hesitating for a moment, Gilbert stood up with his glass and moved aside.

"Sherilyn."

Rebecca sat next to Sherilyn, taking her hand.

She had overheard their conversation.

"Mr. Johnson is right; only his status and influence can squash the rumors! The longer we wait, the worse it gets!"

It wasn't an unprecedented situation.

Famous male celebrities, wrongfully

accused, had seen their careers destroyed even after being cleared. The public never cared for the truth.

Sherilyn understood, but...

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She couldn't help but recall that moment on the couch, Gilbert kissing her...