Chapter 162
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The party was held at Zannier, the most luxurious hotel in city X.
The hotel is brilliant and splendid, the guests are all successful businessmen and descendants of wealthy families of city X.
Because this was a charity party, Bertha chose a black dress embroidered with yellow flowers, her hair was swept to one side, and she looked extremely mature, beautiful, and sexy.
Since the audition program, everyone knows that she is Angel's boss, and they no longer despise her.
As soon as she and Kirjani appeared, they immediately became the focus of this place. Combined with Kirjani's hotness in the entertainment world, the two of them suddenly became the focus of the topic everyone was talking about.
Bertha has always been humble, but as soon as she appeared, the scene exploded.
Seeing that she was unhappy, Kirjani smiled.
'There is no other way because Bertha is so beautiful. As expected, I took you to the party, and never once did I disappoint."
Bertha looked at him and spoke in a low voice. 'You dare to make fun of me, it seems your wound has healed."
Kirjani's face suddenly changed, and he hugged her arm. 'No, I'm still in pain. In the afternoon, I was filming action scenes. I was in so much pain that I wanted to die."
Bertha smiled, and she lightly tapped him on the head.
The scene of the two of them teasing each other was seen by Derek not far away.
His eyes were cold, this scene made him suddenly feel pain in his chest, as if his heart was also squeezed.
But he knew he was in no position to be jealous.
But he was really unhappy.
Very unhappy.
Zillah stood next to him, she felt the low pressure on his body, especially when she saw the blue veins popping out on his clenched hand.
'Cousin, let's go say hello to Miss. Bertha and young master Kirjani?"
Derek said nothing.
He neither agreed nor refused.
Zillah decided for herself, she walked towards Bertha.
Bertha and Kirjani were talking happily when suddenly they were interrupted by a voice that was not at all gentle.
'Long time no see, Miss. Bertha, you are becoming more and more beautiful, even the heavy makeup cannot hide the taste of fox on you."
Kirjani immediately became angry. 'My sister Bertha is of course beautiful, she is a hundred times better than you. Besides, today she's wearing makeup like that and it's called heavy, so what do you call your face as thick as a wall?"
'Besides, not everyone can be a fox, you can only be a wild boar."
"You…"
Zillah was angry, her hands clenched.
She's not that fat and ugly.
But these words were not said by Bertha, but by Kirjani. Zillah did not want to cause trouble with Arnold's house, so she had to swallow this anger.
Bertha didn't care about their words, she noticed Derek following Zillah.
In just a moment, the aura on her body immediately changed.
She became cold and calm.
There was a bit of anger in her eyes, like a sign of an upcoming storm.
Didn't he know that Zillah had harmed her before?
Furthermore, she hates Zillah.
So he didn't do any housework, and came here to attend a charity party with Zillah?
Derek stood facing her, almost in an instant, he felt the anger on her body, and he swallowed his saliva.
He was no longer angry when he saw the playful scene between her and Kirjani just now.
Because Bertha is angry.
When he returns tonight, he will be scolded.
Zillah felt the two of them looking at each other, she smiled and explained. 'My cousin misses you, but you're with another man. Because to see you, he can only come with me. Miss. Bertha, you shouldn't be jealous."
Bertha smiled coldly in response. 'Miss. Zillah, you're joking, he's not important to me, I have nothing to be jealous of."
Those words made Derek's heart burn.
His face suddenly turned pale.
After calming the uncomfortable feeling in his chest, Derek stepped forward and pulled Bertha's wrist.
'Bertha, our employment contract has not ended yet, I am still your person. Even though I didn't do anything wrong today when I return, I'll let you handle it, okay? I will let you punish me severely, I will bear it all…"
His eyes looked at her warmly, he turned her hand over, his fingers gently drawing circles in her palm.
This series of fluent actions surprised Kirjani on the side.
How could Derek say such shameless words in public?
Zillah was also stunned.
Is this weak man still the leader of Tibble Corporation?
Was he enchanted by Bertha?
After that, Derek still drew a circle in Bertha's palm as if in a deserted place.
Bertha looked indifferent, after all, he said these words, and in the end, the one who was embarrassed was not her.
But Derek's gesture of drawing a circle made her palms itch.
She was about to take her hand back when suddenly she felt that there was something wrong with his hand's action.
Not only was he drawing a circle, but he was also… writing words.
Bertha concentrated on feeling for a moment.
It's a pity, she couldn't understand what he was writing, and she couldn't understand what he meant.
Kirjani coughed lightly twice. 'Sister Bertha, I'm about to be bored by this atmosphere, let's go over there and drink wine, ok?"
"Okay."
Bertha took her hand back and followed Kirjani.
She never looked at the man. Derek bowed his head, a little upset.
She didn't understand what he meant. After returning, she certainly wouldn't let him go so easily.
Zillah stood right next to him, she observed him silently for a moment.
'Cousin, you have changed so much compared to before. I remember that she chased you before, but I didn't expect that after the divorce, you would volunteer to kneel at her feet. I heard that last time you were tormented by her and ended up being sent to the hospital, can you still give in?"
Derek's expression suddenly became cold, his eyes gradually darkened and became cold.
"This is my matter."
Zillah laughed. 'Yes, I shouldn't ask too much, but I'm just curious. You like Laura, she was sent to prison by Bertha but you didn't react at all."
She said, her hand gently placed on his shoulder. 'If possible, I volunteer to help you escape Bertha's clutches, cousin…"
Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was grabbed by Derek.
