Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 112

Sharon was wearing a white sweater with a coffee–colored shawl over it., She was brewing tea elegantly. Looking at such a scene with the warm yellow light on her, it seemed as though the world was peaceful. She poured the freshly brewed tea into mugs and replied to the man at the door, “Come in.”

Howard took a quick glance at the surroundings, “There are not any reporters here, right?” Sharon covered her mouth and laughed, “I‘m an international star myself. I‘m not even worried, why should you be?”

Then only did Howard enter.

Just as he sat down, a man suddenly walked in from the divider.

Seeing that man, Howard felt nervous.

On top of his nervousness, he also felt inferior and unhappy.

Anthony sat close beside Sharon. He kept glancing at Howard condescendingly. “I heard you‘re my distant cousin. Tsk, from what I remember, all my cousins are well to do people. I‘m not sure how I am related to someone like you.”

Howard held his fist tightly on his lap and replied with a smile, “My great–grandfather and your–”

“That‘s enough. There‘s no use clarifying since our families are not connected. We just hold the same last name.” Anthony smirked while lighting a cigarette. His eyes were filled with disdain.

Howard took a deep breath, trying to suppress all the humiliation he felt inside.

He turned to Sharon and asked, “Miss Case, what‘s with the urgent call? Do you need any help?

“About the recent news, I‘ve learned a lot. In just a few days, you‘ve transitioned from a D–list to a B–list actor. The engagement is fascinating. You‘re so smart to come up with such a tactic. I pity my mindless sister who thinks so highly of you.”

Sharon‘s sneer carried a hint of sarcasm.

Howard was not happy with the conversation topic. So, he stood up and said, “If there‘s nothing else, I shall take my leave.”

“Do you think this matter could be a success without our help?”

Howard frowned, “Miss Case, what are you trying to say?”

“What I‘m saying is, my sister had sent people to your hometown to do a background check on

you.”

Howard‘s face changed. Sharon sneered, “Don‘t you think that you can fool her with your words. She is a genius. If it wasn‘t Anthony who built that tombstone for your ‘sister‘ and bribe the whole village, do you think that wench would trust you?”

He looked at Anthony instantly, “So it was you–”

“That‘s not all. He even used his power to bribe the media company. Otherwise, with Gilbert‘s power, he would immediately find out that it was you who tipped the media.”

Looking at Howard‘s stunned look, Anthony mocked, “A man with no power, status or brains. Yet, he still wants to play tricks. What a joke.”

Howard clenched his fists tightly, “The only reason you‘re telling me all this now is for me to repay you. Tell me, what do you guys want?” Anthony laughed frantically upon hearing this, “You‘re really narcissistic.” Sharon walked over, stood by his side and said softly, “Look at you. What do you have to offer us? We‘re telling you this just to let you know that we‘re on the same team. We‘re partners in crime.”

Howard puzzled, “Partners in crime?”

“My grandfather‘s 80th birthday will be next week. Here‘s an invitation.”

He stared at the invitation card blankly, “What am I supposed to do?” “You‘ll know on the day itself.” Sharon laughed mysteriously, “If you can handle it well, you‘ll be an A–lister in no time.”

Howard accepted the invitation card doubtfully. He felt uneasy.