Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 201 The Flashback

In the end, all four individuals discarded their guns and gradually moved behind Jarrett. Only Sterling was left. Just like a beast cornered at the edge of a cliff, he had no other fate but death. "Calista! Jarrett! Do you really intend to do this? If I die, my father will never forgive you!"

Upon seeing him retreating continuously, Calista spoke sympathetically. "Tsk tsk, I can't believe I'm actually feeling a bit sorry for you. Compassion is a terrifying thing."

After Calista finished her lament, she made a slight gesture with her finger. Immediately, two people from behind her stepped forward. They snatched the gun from Sterling's hand and pinned him to the ground.

The last time the esteemed heir of the Wolford family came into close contact with the ground was probably during his childhood days in the orphanage, let alone kneeling on the ground.

Calista turned to Jarrett, who stood by the side, and said, "I've handed him over to you. The ones he brought with him are his trusted aides. These people are privy to all his secrets, his business dealings, and can even represent him. With these individuals present, Sterling is of no use to you anymore. You might as well leave first."

Jarrett shook his head, saying, "No, I want to see how you're going to deal with him."

"What else can it be?" Calista brandished a gun. "Obviously, killing him is the best choice."

Jarrett glanced at her in surprise.

"What? Did you think I was planning to humiliate him first? Though it seems like it could be fun, I'm not interested. It's simpler to just kill him."

Calista spoke as she slowly walked toward Sterling, loosely gripping the gun in her hand. For the first time, a look of fear finally emerged in Sterling's eyes.

haughty tone he'd taken when they first met when he'd looked

with regret. Things would have turned out differently had he

for his impatience, the suffocating pressure of his financial situation, and his fear of losing his treasure, he wouldn't have

I won't lay a finger on you again, so please don't kill me! I'll give you whatever

demeanor was incredibly humble, but

once pleaded with

ultimately couldn't escape the relentless hunt and was captured. I believed that death was my only fate. When Quincy

trouble and loss. To simply let her die would be

a cold smirk playing on his lips. "Coincidentally, that man's son got himself infected with the virus due to his reckless behavior. There aren't any cases like this back home. If she were to get

K virus? Sure, that sounds great! If we release her and allow her to infecta few more people, we'll have more subjects for our experiment, won't we? Even if she doesn't infect anyone else,

when you think

then had someone bring over a blue syringe. The K virus serum was dangerous, yet he casually toyed with it in his hand. He was deliberately taking his time, just to savor the struggle on Calista's face, aiming to break

heard that

feels as if your bones and flesh are being ground up and slowly pieced back together... Ms. Stafford, you have a strong will to

alternately relaxing and clenching. She bit her lip so hard that she drew

was covered in wounds, and as the syringe drew nearer, a wave of immense panic washed over her. Ultimately, she could no longer maintain her defiance. She lowered her head, pleading

"I beg you..."

if they would snap with a single squeeze. "I can still be of use... I'm much more useful than Quincy. Spare me, as I can create more profit for