Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 73 Her Life is Not Worth Anything. ‘Where is this place? Hadn’t I fainted after Gilbert threw me on the snow? And who saved me?’ Kisa sat up in bed slowly and looked around her cautiously. At that moment, there was the sound of a door opening. Startled, she scrambled to lie down and pretend to sleep. As the door opened, someone she was familiar with walked in, but she could not see who the person was because of the poor lighting. It was only when the person switched on the light in the room that she saw it was Howard.

“It is you?” She exclaimed in surprise.

Howard looked at her with relief. “You are awake. I brought you some food. Get up and eat it while it is warm.”

Kisa got out of bed, puzzled. “Why am I here? Where is this place?”

“I was walking through a snowy field when I found you passed out on the ground, so I brought you here.” Howard looked around and continued. “This isn’t my place. I had to put you in this out-of-the-way place because of the morning news. Otherwise, those reporters would have gone ape again if they found out you were in my house.” “The morning news?” Kisa furrowed her brow involuntarily, feeling uneasy.

told her there was something serious going on. Howard took out a newspaper and handed it to her. As if to reassure her, he said, “I think the media is just making things up. They are just trying to get attention.” The more he said this, the more panicked Kisa became. She tensed up as she opened the newspaper. After reading just one headline, her face went, and she said emotionally, “How could this happen? Who wrote this story? It is simply nonsense.” “Absolutely. Those unscrupulous media are writing pure nonsense

composure. “When

morning, and it is now two in the

suppressed.” Given Gilbert’s ability and way of doing things,

just shook his head. “This story is only getting

in the first place, or that he has deliberately let it be. But what is his purpose in doing so? It wouldn’t do him any good, would it? It would make him and GK Pictures the subject of gossip.’ As he thought about it, her phone rang. It was Ariella calling, “Are you dead? You didn’t even pick me up from the airport when I returned. But that is okay. What pisses me is that I have been back for a day and

so? Get you *ss to the

the phone, she