Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 13 The First Strike Back

Calista finished talking and loosed her grip. Quincy felt her legs go weak and she collapsed onto the floor.

Her face was all white, and when she looked back up at Calista, she suddenly felt fear in her heart.

When she thought about the police and what the Fairchilds could do, she became terribly anxious and didn't say any more, instead escaping up the stairs.

Calista originally intended to go back to her own room, but then she suddenly smelled something delicious in the kitchen and realized that she hadn't eaten much at Fairchild Manor earlier, plus she went through so much the night before and she was starving now. She made a turn towards the kitchen and saw two maids preparing snacks for tea.

"I'm hungry." Calista leaned against the door and suddenly spoke, startling the two maids who were chatting with each other. She didn't wait for their response and continued, "Prepare some food and send it to my room."

Quincy had told all the servants to leave the living room earlier, so nobody saw how Calista treated Quincy earlier. So when they heard her give instructions like this, they all thought she had gone mad.

Unfortunately she turned and left before they could even react, and they missed their chance to mock her.

One of the maids threw her gloves on the kitchen top and said angrily, "Can't she see that we're very busy? Does she really think she's the Ms. Calista now?"

The older maid replied, "What does it matter? Isn't there a bit of food leftover from lunch? Just pour a bit of soy sauce on it and send it upstairs. She eats anything anyway."

She said this mockingly, because Calista of the past never dared to be picky about her food.

Of course Calista had no idea what they were talking about downstairs because she was looking at herself in the mirror, feeling rather strange.

She was still young and tender at eighteen, and even though her thick fringe covered half her face, she still looked fairly sweet.

her hair back and tied it into a high ponytail, revealing her

she laughed to herself, and thought that she didn't

it got into her eyes, but she didn't dare to change her hairstyle because her stepmother had said that it looked nice on her. But did it really look nice? Yelena was just afraid

Calista opened the door, there was nobody outside, but there was half a bowl of leftover pasta with some baked beans and tomato sauce left on the floor, and nothing

herself. What sort of life did she use to lead, she thought, a life

father wasn't home, she wasn't even allowed to sit at the table. The things

this without saying a word, what she would get in return was not the reputation of being

room was filled with delicious treats and a fresh cup of Ceylon tea. It seemed like Yelena had just returned home and was all dressed

and continued to mind their own business. Calista held up the bowl of food

to investigate what happened the night before and would definitely force the two men to tell the truth. Yelena was nearly

in front of her

her. How dare she appear in front of me so boldly? Does she think she

a finely plucked eyebrow and laughed coldly, "Oh look who we have here, isn't this the Ms. Calista of

up, and was still wearing last night's dress from the Fairchilds. She looked completely different and Yelena's expression

comb all your hair up! You're dressed so provocatively at such a young age, who are you

Yelena always behaved very differently at home from what she was in public, and Calista had heard things way worse than

of bankruptcy? I'm the Ms. Calista of the Stafford family and I have to eat this sort of cr*p? If we're really so poor, then we shouldn't hire so many servants to pretend we're still rich, just fire

busying themselves in the living room. But none of them panicked because in this house, Calista's words were never taken

this? There are many out there with

they made her look mean when she

now huh? Even if you don't want to eat this, you have to eat it! Otherwise forget about having food to

all the delicious food on the coffee table,