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?”
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?”
It was another strike of a fist
Anthony wiped the blood from the corner of his lip with his thumb. He sneered before roaring at Gilbert. “I’ve been wanting to teach you a lesson for a long time.”
The Kooper residence–
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.
Seeing that he was about to fall, Kisa subconsciously went to help him, but he pushed her away. “Go away.”
Kisa took several steps backward and her back ended up against the sofa. Gilbert stared at her but laughed in a sly and frivolous way.
“They say you are a whore. Heh, I forgot, I didn’t pay you last night How much do you want? If Howard could afford it, I, Gilbert, could pay ten times the price.”
Kisa’s hand on the sofa slowly clenched into a fist. Last night’s predation was a mental scar that would never heal, and now he was rubbing salt into her wound by comparing her to at whore. She bit her lower lip and tried to keep her tone calm. “It is late. Get some rest.” After saying that, she hurriedly walked upstairs.
As she went, she heard his mocking laughter come from behind her. “I have never seen a
woman as easy as you.
A pang of pain flashed through her heart. Kisa lost her balance and almost fell down the stairs. As she continued walking upstairs, she held back her tears and told herself, ‘It is okay; after tomorrow, everything will be fine.”
The next day, Kisa woke up very early, as it was an important day for her. She had just finished. washing up when Davian came over.
“Has everything been arranged for the press conference?”
Davian nodded. “Howard went to see Anthony again last night. Gee, what a guy. He is a jerk. He promised you to expose them on one hand and reported the conversation between you and him to Anthony on the other.”
Kisa tied her hair unhurriedly with a frosty glint in her eyes. “He is asking for it and has no one else to blame.”