Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 699

Chapter 699 Rest Easy

“Mom, what do you know? I’ve done so much for Gilbert, yet he died just like that. Then what’s the point of me doing so much in the past?”

“Shush, quiet down. Are you trying to announce to the world that you sent them to kill him?” Carolyn quickly covered Sharon’s mouth and spoke seriously, “Listen to your mother. Let’s not publicize this. Wait till the news outlets cover the news of that man’s death, then you pretend to cry him a river.”

“But I originally didn’t want Gilbert to die. I’ve said before that I wanted to have him. Now that he is dead, what am I fighting for?”

“You idiot! As long as he was alive, he would eventually learn about all those terrible things you did back then. If that happened, it would be your turn to die. It’s fine that he’s dead now. You can rest easy in the meantime,”

Sharon did not speak as tears fell.

Carolyn hugged her and said, “Listen to me. He’s dead. To us, it’s absolutely a good thing. Next, you should

consider how to overthrow GK Pictures.”

Sharon sniffled her nose pretentiously and nodded her head, “Mhm. Since I can’t get Gilbert, then I’ll take over GK Pictures. Then it wouldn’t be a waste of all the terrible things I’ve done in the past.”

During winter, the sky would darken especially fast. When it was six at night, the sky had totally blackened. Kisa looked out the window; the fear in her heart was expanding more prominent and more significant.

The phone was silent. That man ultimately did not reply to her message. She could not help but call him twice on her phone just now. However, her calls never connected. She held her icy cold hands tightly. She felt anxious and confused.

Something must have happened. Otherwise, it was impossible Gilbert’s phone would not connect. After all, even in the outskirts of town, the signal would still be excellent in this modern day and age.

She stared closely at the hotel’s main entrance, hoping to see that man’s silhouette would quickly appear. He had said that he would definitely look for her before nightfall. Yet now, the streetlights outside had turned on, but that man’s figure had still not emerged. As she waited, every minute and every second was torture. She felt like a

statue. She literally did not move a muscle waiting by the

window until eleven o’clock.