Chapter 100 She’ll Regret It One Day Kisa suddenly stood up. Following that, camera flashlights were
bursting as Kisa spoke in a soft voice, “I did everything. I didn’t want to say being a maid and an
assistant. When I discovered by chance that I resembled Mrs. Kooper, I came up with the plan of
impersonating her to hype myself up.”
“Then Howard and you—” “I have nothing to do with Howard. It was pure coincidence that the media
photographed him. I deliberately asked the media to come up with a headline like that to attract
attention and exaggerate the hype, and dragged Howard into this. He is a victim, too.”
Gilbert, who stared at her with cold eyes, suddenly smiled, as Kisa calmly faced the reporters under the
stage. “I did everything myself. I got Howard into this and rode on Mr. Kooper’s and GK Pictures’s
reputation just to hype myself up. So you all can now stop the witch hunt. This is the truth.” ‘Gilbert was
already going to let me take the blame, anyway. As soon as he said that, the media had decided that I
was to blame for everything. If that’s the case, then I will admit it and save Howard the trouble,’ Kisa
thought to herself.
There was an uproar down the stage as the reporters were talking and discussing among themselves.
As Gilbert suddenly got to his feet and prepared to leave, the media rushed to snap pictures of him
again. “Now that this story lias come to light. I would like to ask you all not to write any more about it
and not to slander Mr. Kooper and GK Pictures. Otherwise, we will see you in court,” Davian said, and
hurriedly followed Gilbert to leave.
Kisa was left surrounded by reporters.
Sitting in the car, Davian glanced at the sullen Gilbert and asked cautiously, “Are you going to leave
Mrs. Kooper here?”
“Didn’t you see her defending that man at every turn, even though she was in trouble?”
Davian pursed his lips and said nothing. Gilbert looked at the skinny woman surrounded by reporters
with reddened eyes. “She will regret it one day.” “What about Mrs. Kooper now that we are gone?”
“Leave her to send for herself. Drive.”
On the stage, Kisa watched Gilbert’s car drive away with a lump in her throat, and she laughed at
herself in her mind. ‘We came here together in the morning. I didn’t know that man had already planned
to leave me here to send for myself. ‘No wonder Davian had looked at me with that face, and Sharon
looked at me with fake sympathy. Apparently, they already knew everything and had planned to blame
everything on me.
‘I was the only one who was in the dark, and even naively thought that Gilbert would get me out of this.
Apparently, they already planned to let me take the blame. What a joke.’
The reporters’ questions, condemnations, and abuse filled the air. Kisa felt numb. She stared blankly at
the reporters, feeling like a ridiculous and useless clown.’ I’m now in disrepute, am I not? People will
laugh at me; I’m now a laughingstock. But so what? It is not like I have much time left, anyway. But why
do I still feel so bad, so bad that I want to cry?’
Some time had passed, the reporters had gradually dispersed, and she was the only one left standing
alone in the venue. The icy wind was blowing at her, and she hugged her body tightly as she squatted
down. She never cried, because she knew tears were of no use. In any case, this incident was finally
over, and she could finally get to be with her grandmother next, and also focus on finding out what had
happened back then.
Suddenly, two people came up to her.
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