Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 12 The Two Faced Younger Sister

Even though she had only touched his lips for one moment, Calista immediately felt happier. She had wanted to do it since a long time ago but didn't dare to. So now that she wanted to try, why not? She licked her lips, relishing the moment.

"Just as I thought, you're cuter when you don't say anything."

"Calista!" Kallum stood up suddenly. He was definitely not going to admit that he had felt something like electricity passing through him when she kissed him. How could he have such feelings toward such a woman?

He was taller than Calista by a head, and his stare was very imposing. "You really have no shame!"

Calista looked up at him innocently. "You said I was playing hard to get, so I decided to take some initiative. You said I don't have any shame, so I should take some advantage of you to make this humiliating title worthwhile. You think I'm downright disgusting, so you don't have to appear in front of me in the future you know?"

"You!" Kallum narrowed his eyes at her, and shocked to see this darned woman looking excited and provocative.

She used to be so clingy and timid, how did she turn into a different person overnight?

Unfortunately for him, Wanda came back. She saw them standing next to one another and talking, and couldn't help but smile. "What are both of you chatting about?"

Kallum wanted to draw back, but the young lady in front of him beat him to it, and that determination in her eyes to draw the line clearly with him made him extremely unhappy.

"Mrs. Fairchild..." Calista smiled gently at Wanda and said, "I didn't realize I'd been out for so long. My father must be getting worried, so I will take my leave now."

and she wondered if they had quarreled again. So even though she

obediently. In front of Wanda, she remained to be that gentle and obedient girl. Wanda nodded, sighing in

home, and Calista did not refuse this offer since she didn't have any money on her. Wasn't that interesting - who would have thought the eldest daughter of the

up all her savings

made her look fat and ugly. She went to school with her sister and they carried the same surname, but nobody knew they were sisters because the difference was just too great. Her father even

never had such clothes to wear. The fancy dresses she wore to parties were 'on loan' from her younger sister, but she couldn't bring herself to say so, and

second chance at life, so she must cherish this chance to live life independently and true to herself, and not be continually swayed or manipulated

necessary for her

a small estate where many well-to-do families lived, and Calista got off at the main

but Calista knew how dark and evil it really was inside. She

had no choice but to return to

strange smile on her face, and the maid who opened the door felt her

""El...Ms. Calista."

because she usually just called Calista 'Miss', and never called her something like

past she always walked with her head low and had no opinions of her own. But today she walked in with her head up and her chest out, still wearing the modified cheongsam that the Fairchilds had provided for her the night before, and carried an air of elegance around her. The sharp eyes half hidden by

night before, Quincy had come back home and almost immediately pretended to accidentally break the lock of the wooden box in front of her father, thinking that her father would probably allow her to take one or two pieces of jewelry. What she did not expect was that the box was merely full of

and she wasn't even able to tear them in

but

there, you weren't coming back anymore!" Quincy stood in Calista's way, her expression provoking. This was her real self- the mature and kind

night before, Quincy started