Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143 I Didn’t Pay You Last Night

Anthony finished, pointed to a figure in the corner, and laughed out loud. As he laughed, the other rich kids followed suit with laughter of mockery

Gilbert stubbed out his cigarette and slowly stood up. He came out of the shadows with a bitter face. Seeing that, those rich kids were a little scared and stopped laughing.

Anthony sneered as he dug his hands into his pockets with a foot on the coffee table. He smiled at Gilbert. “How does it feel to be a cuckold?”

Gilbert looked at him without saying a word.

Seeing that Gilbert was not angry, and thinking that GK Pictures’s reputation was going to the dogs, the rich kids were emboldened and taunted him along with Anthony.

“Yeah, your wife is even interested in a male artist. Is she too hungry or are you not good enough?”

“Actually, if you can’t get it up, you can tell us earlier We can always give you a helping hand. instead of benefiting that male artist.”

“Haha, that woman might be ugly, but she is at least the wife of GK Pictures’s CEO. If a random male artist could sleep with her, why not gentry like us?”

BAM!

A fist swung violently over in the rich kid’s face as soon as his voice trailed off. He fell on the coffee table, covering his jaw and staring at Gilbert in shock and anger. “H–How dare you hit me?”

Gilbert took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and said slowly, “Who else has the guts to say again what he just said?”

The rich kids were all scared. They all shrank back, not daring to say anything. The one who had been hit curled up in a corner, not daring to make a sound, but staring at Anthony expectantly.

Anthony laughed and kicked the waitress, who was crouching on the floor. “Get the hell out of here “With that, he stepped up in front of Gilbert with a playful and mocking smile. “You’re not going to let anyone say that your woman is a whore, are you?”

BAM!

It was another strike of a fist

Kisa was with Madalyn when a loud clang came from downstairs. She frowned and got up to walk outside, holding her back, which was still in dull pain. It was after midnight and dark downstairs. Kisa groped her way downstairs, the smell of alcohol wafting through the air, making her uneasy. She switched on the light in the living room and saw Gilbert leaning drunkenly against the door. His face was covered in blood; apparently, he had been in a fight. He glanced at her with scarlet eyes and then staggered in.