Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)

But the two men stopped about six feet away from her at the elevator. Gilbert did not even look at her as if she were a stranger with no connection to him. As the elevator door opened, Gilbert and Davian walked in without looking the other way.

Kisa smirked with a stiff expression. 'Gilbert is superb at pretending not to know me.' She lowered her eyes and sat down again slowly by holding the wall.

Not far from the door of the private lounge, an assistant whispered to Anthony, "Gilbert really doesn't seem to know that woman. He didn't show any reaction when he saw that woman. So she might not be his ex-wife, but just a bit like her."

"Then could you explain his sudden promotion of Ariella as the second female lead, and that woman was Ariella's assistant?"

"Coincidence, I guess."

Anthony stared thoughtfully at the woman huddled in a ball at the end of the hallway, his sharp eyes filled with curiosity and scheme.

Out of the clubhouse, Davian asked Gilbert, "Are you really going to leave Mrs. Kooper here like this?"

"She could come here, and she definitely can go back herself." Gilbert pulled open the car door and got in.

Anthony is a dangerous person. I'm afraid that he knows her identity and will repeat

had taken a fancy to Sara, and Anthony sent someone to abduct Sara and send her to his father. When Gilbert found out about it, he rescued Sara but offended the father and son of The Mullen Group. As Anthony was a vindictive and ruthless person, he had been targeting

Gilbert hated Kisa, but he still protected her so

tired look and could

"Just drive."

"What about Mrs.—"

wanted to get at her, he would

listened and pursed his lips, not saying anything

lounge were coming out in tandem. Many of them were drunk, but when they walked past Kisa, they

did not care. She just stretched her neck and kept looking inside the room, wondering why Ariella had not come

pulled the door open. She cautiously took a peek inside and saw Ariella sitting on the sofa in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking. "Ariella, what's wrong

over, Ariella kicked at her. "You ugly bitch. How dare you steal

'It was not like I did it on purpose. So why blame me? Not to mention that it was something celebratory. My back was still hurt.' She helped Ariella up and said, "Let's go back and rest. You have to attend an event tomorrow. You have