Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 832

Chapter 832 A Fairly Conservative Person

Kisa and Gilbert's cars were parked beside each other at the hotel's entrance as they entered their respective vehicles. Turning into the main road, they drove single file, with Gilbert's car trailing behind Kisa's. Lea noticed this and questioned Kisa, "Kisa, why is Mr. Kooper's car following us? Is he going to the fashion week too?"

"Who knows? Maybe we're heading in the same direction," Kisa unhurriedly replied. The next moment, her phone notification rang, informing her of a new message from Gilbert. As she opened the phone message with a finger, she blushed. Gilbert's message was simple. [You vixen, you better be prepared for tonight!]

This sentence was full of ambiguity. No matter how revealing Kisa looked on the outside, she was still a conservative person. She felt both embarrassed and amused after she read the text. 'Gilbert must have been holding a grudge for what I did in the elevator just now.'

Lea scooted over when she saw Kisa's amused yet angry. "Kisa, what are you looking at?" As Lea got closer, Kisa instantly hid her phone and smiled, "It's nothing. My boyfriend just sent me a text message." "Oh, okay." Lea's eyes were downcast, feeling conflicted, as she saw Kisa being guarded against her.

As Gilbert's car trailed behind Kisa, James became a little suspicious, asking, "Mr. Kooper, aren't you meeting up with a client? Why are we following behind Miss Becker? Isn't she going to fashion week?" Gilbert leaned on his seat without batting his eyes. "We are meeting the client, but the client is going to fashion week too. It's better to meet up with them there instead of rescheduling the appointment." "Oh, alright," James nodded, not daring to make random guesses. Since neither Gilbert nor Kisa met up in private or paid particular attention to each other, James would just need to report to Mrs. Kooper Sr. as is.

They soon arrived at the fashion week event. The venue was crowded even though the event had yet to start, with many artists on the scene dressing up glamorously. Kisa may not be the most glamorous, but she had class. Besides that, her dress suited her, making her look more elegant and classier. As soon as the media caught sight of Kisa's arrival, they hurriedly raised their cameras to take her picture. Standing among the crowd, Gilbert eyed fondly at the eye-catching Kisa. Meanwhile, James, standing behind Gilbert, asked, "Mr. Kooper, where is the client? We should get ready to meet up with him." Gilbert furrowed his brows in displease and responded, "Who's the boss here? Should you even tell me what to do?" One word from Gilbert was enough to prevent James from speaking further. 'I'm just afraid Mr. Kooper will get involved with Kisa. In that case, it would be difficult to report to Mrs. Kooper Sr. If I told the truth to her, I would offend Mr. Kooper. But if I report falsely, I would have trouble explaining to her. Hopefully, nothing is going on between the both of them. That way, I won't be in an awkward position.'

Kisa made her way around the red carpet to acknowledge the presence of the media. The event had yet to start, so many artists were resting backstage. Kisa followed suit before feeling the need to answer nature's call. When she was about to head to the bathroom, a figure ran across her and spilled coffee all over Kisa's dress.