Reborn Through Fire

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.” 

she is at least the wife of GK Pictures’s CEO. If

BAM! 

voice trailed off. He fell on the coffee table, covering his jaw and staring at Gilbert in shock and anger.

sleeves, and said slowly, “Who else has the guts to say again what he just said?”

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

here “With that, he stepped up in front of Gilbert with a playful and mocking smile. “You’re not going

BAM! 

was another strike of

his thumb. He sneered before roaring at Gilbert. “I’ve been wanting to teach you

The Kooper residence– 

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

to fall, Kisa subconsciously went to

up against the sofa. Gilbert stared at her but laughed in a sly

I forgot, I didn’t pay you last night How much do you want? If Howard could afford it, I, Gilbert, could