"Kisa!" Gilbert gritted his teeth and snorted, almost wanting to slap her in the face.
"I didn't use any strength. She fell down by herself," Kisa said expressionlessly.
"You think I'm blind?"
'You are already blind,' Kisa said in her mind. Even if she was physically weak, she would not show it or back down.
Gilbert stared at her unruly face and wished he could strangle her.
Just then, Sharon put her hand to her bruised waist and said softly, "Gilbert, don't blame Kisa. It was my fault. She obviously doesn't like this hot and spicy chicken now. It was my fault that I forced it on her."
Sharon's words reminded him of the way Kisa ate the chicken's thigh at noon, and he was filled with fury. 'Does she like Howard so much that even the chicken's thigh from that man smells extra good?' He took a deep breath, fought back the anger, and sneered at Kisa. "Don't you want me to give that role back to Howard?"
Kisa's eyes lit up, and she looked at him expectantly.
"With a condition," he said evilly.
"Whatever you want, just ask. I will do anything to get that role back for him." Kisa dared to make this promise because she felt she had nothing left to lose and, in a worst-case scenario, she would only lose her life.
"Are you really willing to do anything?" Gilbert said coldly, his eyes glancing at the hot and spicy chicken strewn on the floor. He snickered. "Fine, then finish the hot and spicy chicken on the floor, and I will give him back that role."
Kisa's heart skipped a beat, somewhere inside her heart throbbing with pain for a second. It turned out that even though she had been down and out, he still wanted to trample her dignity on the ground.
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