Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Will you take me away? Kisa stepped back in horror but was quickly surrounded. She was wearing a hat, and her face was covered with a scarf, but the reporters still recognized her.

At that moment, the cloudy sky was raining, but the reporters did not seem to be bothered by it. They surrounded her and kept asking questions. “Miss Watson, are you really the Kisa Watson back then?” “Does Mr. Kooper know your true identity? Did Mr. Kooper forgive you for what you did to him back then?”

“Miss Watson, please answer. What is your relationship with Howard?” “Miss Watson, what happened in that fire in prison back then, and how did you survive it?”

“You deliberately put out the news that you were the wife of GK’s CEO. Why are you refusing to admit it now?”

The camera flashes, and the noise of pursuing reporters made her dizzy. Kisa tried to get away, but there was no way out. She covered her ears and hissed for them to stop filming and asking questions, but her yell was soon drowned out by the noise of the barrage of questions and the cold sound of the shutter.

Suddenly, her back hit a wall of inuscles, and a familiar scent came. Kisa looked up and saw Gilbert behind her. She subconsciously grabbed the corner of his shirt as if it were her lifeline. “Take me away. I don’t want to stay here. Will you take me away?”

As the icy wind blew the silk scarf off her head, Gilbert stared indifferently at her pale, ugly face. After a long moment, he plucked away her fingers, one by one, coldly.

Kisa took two steps back and looked at him in disbelief. ‘How foolish I have been to rely on him at this point in my life to think that he would come to my rescue.’ The chilly wind and rain kept beating on her body. She was nearly completely soaked. She hugged herself tightly, her body shivering Gilbert

glanced at her indifferently and raised his voice at the reporters. “Do you all really think she is my wife?” His voice was so penetrating that the reporters fell silent at his words. He then smirked and looked at the reporters with mocking eyes, exuding a sense of authority.

After a long while, one reporter finally plucked up his courage to ask, “There is no smoke without fire. If she is not your wife, then why does she look almost identical to your wife?” “Well, there are many similar-looking people in this world. Is everyone who resembles my wife?” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Another reporter asked, “But if she is not related to you in any way, why has she been outside the villa where your grandmother lives?”

“She is just one of the Kooper family maids, and it is not surprising that she is looking after Grandma.”

The reporters looked on in disbelief at how composed Gilbert answered their questions. After a long moment, they turned their attention to Kisa.

“Miss Watson, is it true that you are just a maid in their family?”

Kisa nodded without hesitation, her lean, trembling body seemingly ready to fall over at any moment.

“And what, may I ask, is your relationship with Mr. Howard? One is at least an actor, and you are just a maid. Why are you two behaving so intimately and flirtatiously?”

“I don’t have any special relationship with Howard. He just happened to save me.”

A journalist instantly retorted. “It was reported that you two were acting all lovey-dovey on set. That doesn’t seem to make sense, does it?”

Gilbert gave Kisa an icy stare, and Kisa did not answer, just clutching the corner of her coat. The more silent she was, the more the reporters pressed her.

People could do horrible things like making up nonsense and lies. Faced with the reporters’ intense questioning, Kisa looked at Gilbert again and saw his cold, indifferent expression.

At that moment, a man suddenly burst into the crowd.