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.

they first met when he'd looked down on her as if she were a mere insect.

was filled with regret. Things would have turned out differently had he not underestimated her, merely sending

situation, and his fear of losing his treasure, he wouldn't have ventured so recklessly into danger. Given another

"I promise I won't lay a finger on you again, so please don't kill me! I'll give you whatever you want. Do you want money? Or power?

demeanor was incredibly humble, but Calista remained

I once pleaded with you in

believed that death was my only fate. When Quincy was adamant in killing me,

trouble and loss. To

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 an injection, wouldn't she make the perfect

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

you think

glanced at Quincy, 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 her down

that after contracting

flesh are being ground up and slowly pieced back together... Ms. Stafford, you have a strong will to live,

the ground, her hand alternately relaxing and clenching. She bit her lip

a wave of immense panic washed over her. Ultimately, she could no longer maintain

"I beg you..."

trousers, her fingers thin and pale, as 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