"I'm off," Kisa said. Gilbert was upset at hearing that. But before he could say anything, she added. "I have long been off since four in the afternoon."Gilbert glanced up at the wall clock; it was a quarter to nine. He sneered and said, "Why didn't you have time to return my messages when you finished work so early? And it has been a whole day, and you didn't bother calling me."Kisa had just walked to a quiet corner and talked to Gilbert on the phone when Ariella came after her. "Kisa, come on. Let's go sing. Everyone is waiting for you.""Okay, you go ahead. I will be right there.""No, if you don't go, they are going to ask me to drink. Come on, let's go," Ariella said and tugged on her arm.Gilbert had lost his impatience. "Where are you? What's all that noise? Why don't I come and get you?""No, no, no. I'm hanging out with the crew at a karaoke bar. That is all for now. I have to go over there right now. Talk to you later."Kisa hung up and sounded so hurried. Gilbert wa
Kisa once tasted chicken gnocchi soup at the Kooper residence when she was young. Ever since then, whenever she went to the Kooper residence, she craved their chicken gnocchi soup. And at that time, Gilbert would ask the maid to make chicken gnocchi soup every day, and over time, Grandma thought he liked it. But in reality, he did not like chicken gnocchi soup at all, but only because Kisa liked it. Gilbert snapped back from the memories and put the lid on the thermos bowl.Madalyn saw this and asked, "What's wrong? Does it not taste good?""No. I will drink it later.""Later?" Madalyn frowned in displeasure. "Aren't you going home with me?""I still have something to do. You and George go home and rest early."Madalyn looked at Davian suspiciously."Yeah, we have been very busy lately, and there are many things to do every day. We have been preparing for a trip to Athadale for the past few days. In three days, Mr. Kooper will go to Athadale for a few days on business."Hearing
Earlier, Kisa at least answered the phone, though only after a long while. But this time, Gilbert had dialed twice in a row, and she still did not pick up the phone. The temper he had fought so hard to suppress earlier flared up again. He tucked away his phone and headed for the apartment building with the chicken gnocchi soup. 'She had better be back!' he said in his mind.Inside a luxury karaoke bar in the city center, Kisa was tipsy after having a few glasses of drink. Ariella, who was a good drinker and had been having a drinking challenge with others, was still full of vim and vigor. Kisa felt lightheaded and was resting on the couch. The atmosphere in the box was very high and lively, with the sound of people's happy yodeling and the sweet singing of several female artists.As the shooting had gone smoothly for a few days in a row, the director was happy and treated everyone to a fun night. He even vowed to give everyone a day off tomorrow. So, they were all so happy, and it lo
Once out of the karaoke bar, the cool breeze sobered Kisa up quite a bit. After all, she had not drunk too much and had rested in the box for quite a while earlier, so she was pretty sober now. Just that her head still hurt. She took out a wet tissue, wiped her face, and then walked to the curb to wait for a taxi. There was always a supply of taxis in front of the karaoke bar. But she was unlucky today, as several taxis had just left when she came out. So she had to wait again."Hey, hottie." Someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder in a frivolous manner.Kisa frowned as a wave of disgust flushed through her. She moved a few steps away and turned around, only to see a gangster-like guy smiling at her with lewd eyes."Hottie, are you waiting for a taxi? Where are you going? How about a ride from me?"Wearing a hat and a mask, Kisa ignored the guy and just looked down the street again. Only this time, there were still no taxis coming. Worried about what the guy might do to her, sh
Jolina looked at the license plate number and was delighted. But she also had a bit of mixed emotions.Wearing a black trench coat, Peter exuded a distinctive aura as he stepped out of the car. When those guys saw him, they cowered. They looked at Sharon, whose face had gone pale. Sharon knew Peter was not to be messed with and that Jolina and Peter were somehow related. Peter swept his eyes over Kisa on the ground, and then his gaze stopped on Jolina, who was apprehended by those guys, who pressed her down with their hands on her shoulders.Peter narrowed his eyes threateningly and sneered as he looked over at Sharon. "What are you doing here? How dare you touch my woman! You must have a death wish."Sharon, also an arrogant person, was not impressed. She swayed her hips and smiled as she walked up to Peter. "Come on. I didn't know she was your woman. Besides, didn't you two have a fight on the set last time? So I thought she had offended you, and I was about to teach her a lesson,
Peter dragged her toward the car without a word."Don't you touch me!" Jolina used all her strength to break away from him."Heh!" Peter let out a sardonic laughter. "You don't want me to touch you? Do you want those men to touch you?" As Jolina grimaced and ignored him, Peter lost his patience. "Let's go. Aren't you afraid those guys will return?"Jolina looked at Kisa, who was still unconscious. Worrying about Kisa, she looked at Peter and pleaded with him for the first time. "Then please drive Ms. Becker home."Peter frowned in displeasure. "Why should I? I don't give a shit about her. Come on. You are coming back with me." He tugged her hand.Jolina avoided it and said with a stony face, "Since you won't help her, I will stay with her and wait for a taxi.""You!" Peter was so furious that he ripped the buttons off his shirt under his trench coat. "I don't even f*cking know where she stays. How do you want me to drive her back to her home?"Jolina froze, as she did not know w
Gilbert asked him anxiously.The director was transfixed for a long while before he said, though still sounding drunk, "Kisa... Hasn't Kisa gone home?""She has gone home?""Yeah, she just told us she was tired and wanted to go home and rest. I watched her walk out."Gilbert's face changed. 'If Kisa has gone home on her own, why have I waited at home for so long without seeing her return? Or did she go home just when I came out to look for her?' Thinking of this, he hurriedly left the karaoke bar. It was late, and there were very few cars on the road, so Gilbert pushed the car to its limit and hoped that Kisa had really arrived home safely.He soon arrived at Kisa's place. When he opened the door, there was still no one in the house, and the chicken gnocchi soup he had brought with him was still resting on the coffee table. Obviously, Kisa had not returned. Gilbert leaned against the door, feeling a little exhausted. According to the time the director said, Kisa should have arrive
It was Kisa's name that showed up on the screen. Gilbert picked up the phone and answered it with no hesitation."Hello, Gilbert?"When Kisa's voice came into his ears, he suddenly closed his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. At this moment, all the worry, tension, and fear transformed into unspeakable anger. He gasped lightly, his chest heaving."Gilbert?" Kisa called out again when she did not get a response.Gilbert clutched his phone and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you?""Oh, I had an incident on the road last night, and then Jolina saved me, and then I spent the night at Jolina's place.""Then why didn't you return my messages last night? Why didn't you answer my phone calls? Did you know last night I was... I was..." Gilbert yelled furiously, and at the end, he put a hand to his forehead, feeling powerless.Kisa felt Gilbert was angry when he suddenly stopped speaking. So she hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I did not mean not to answer your phone, nor did I mean not to r