Chapter 179 She was dying in the arms of another
“The call I received just now was from a subordinate. They called to report that they had found Howard, but…”
Gilbert’s voice became cold. Davian speedily continued his report, “But only Howard was found at a mental institution.”
A mental institution has all kinds of neuropathy. As soon as Gilbert and Davian entered the courtyard of the mental institution, several patients giggled at them. Some bared their teeth and grinned, laughing savagely and
Davian was scared and subconsciously hid behind the dean of the mental institution who was showing them
At this moment, a madman suddenly charged toward them. Davian was alarmed by the madman charging at them and hurriedly stood in front of Gilbert. Gilbert gently pushed him away and looked at the lunatic.
‘It was Howard.‘
“Haha. I am an international superstar. You all must
worship me, admire me.”
“What do you even consider those bigshots? When they see me, they will rush to greet me and bow down for me.”
“Don’t even mention those rich ladies, every one of them will kneel before me to please me.”
“Hahaha, Gilbert, and Anthony too. They will kneel and beg me for mercy. Hahaha…Hahaha…”
Davian was at a loss of words. He stood there staring at the man dancing and laughing in front of him. “Mr.
Kooper… He… He’s really gone mad.”
Howard approached Gilbert and asked expectantly, “Have you guys seen my acting? It’s good, it’s really good! It’s your loss if you haven’t seen it.”
Gilbert stared at him, in a low voice he responded, “I have seen it.‘
“Haha. I know I am an international superstar. The movies I have acted in were so good. A lot of people watched it. They all don’t believe me.”
Upon seeing Howard like this, Gilbert’s heart sank.
“Sir, how did he get here?” Davian could not help but ask the dean for answers.
“Someone found him unconscious at the gate of the courtyard early this morning. When we woke him up, we found that he was a lunatic that had been left here.”
“Were there anyone else besides him?”
“No, it was just him alone.”
Davian turned to look at Gilbert skeptically. “What is going on? How could he go mad for no reason? And Ms. Becker, where did she go? She couldn’t have made him gone crazy, could she? But if she did, Ms. Becker is truly remarkable.”
Gilbert furrowed his eyebrows. He was not doubtful.
He asked Howard, “Do you want more people to see your movies?”
“I do! Of course, I do.”
Howard was so ecstatic; he ran up to Gilbert in a hurry. “I want all the people in the world to see my movies, and I want to become an international superstar.”
“As long as you tell me where Kisa Becker is, then I will grant you your wish”
Howard frowned. “Kisa Becker,” he muttered, covering his head in pain.
“Who is Kisa Becker? Why does it sound so familiar? Who is she? Who is she?!”
By judging the state Howard was in, Gilbert knew it was useless to ask more questions as he would not yield answers. “Let’s go.”
Gilbert and Davian were preparing to leave the mental institution.
Suddenly, Howard started laughing absurdly saying, Kisa Becker! I remember now. Hahaha, I remember her.”
Gilbert stopped dead in his tracks and turned around asking, “Where is she? Tell me quickly. Where is she?”
“She’s going to die, you know? She retched out so much blood. She laid in the arms of another man and was about
to die. Hahaha…Hahaha…”