Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 87 Her Faint Scent “I investigated the matter yesterday based on what you told me, and I’ve found out that there’s actually a road near Mrs. Kooper Sr.’s place that leads to a village called Mullenby. There was a girl named Snow Mullen who lived in that village. She died ten years ago. After asking around, I discovered that she was Howard Mullen’s younger sister.”

Davian looked closely at Kisa’s face as he said, “It’s weird, but the picture of Snow Mullen on her tombstone looks a little like yourskinny.” Kisa frowned at the sound of that. ‘Could it be? Was Howard telling the truth? Did I get him all wrong? But if he wasn’t the one who was behind the news, then who was it?’ Kisa could not think of anyone other than Sharon Case and Howard Mullen. “Besides that, what else did you learn about the news incident?”

“Well, I went to the newspaper that first published the news. They insisted that you’re the one who said you’re the wife of GK Pictures’s CEO and that you asked them to stake out in front of Mrs. Kooper Sr.’s residence. How was I supposed to find out more?” Davian replied.

He looked at her helplessly and said, “Tell me, Mrs. Kooper, did you do it?”

“What do you think?” Kisa sneered.

Davian quickly shook his head, “I believe it wasn’t you, Mrs. Kooper. There may be a big man behind this whole operation. After all, that newspaper is very famous. The person who bribed them must not be an average Joe. However, I don’t know what this big shot’s goal is. Is he trying to hurt GK?” Kisa’s heart sank slightly. She was also worried about this. She wondered, ‘If the news incident was not just a simple publicity stunt, the other party is likely to be a malicious person. Few people know about my true identity. So, who could this person be?’

A wicked cold face suddenly flashed across her mind, and her chest tightened. ‘Could it really be him?’

the talk with Davian, she didn’t go back to sleep.

this man created for her, she would remain calm and act as if she

to come over. “What? You couldn’t help it? Do you want your phone back to call

to the coffee table without saying a word. She picked up the medical kit

frowned as he stared at her suspiciously. “What are you

the dressing for your wound,” she

even more

kind of you,” Gilbert

comment and took a pair of scissors and some rubbing alcohol from

push her away, but his hand