Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 218 At The Banquet

Calista shook her head. "Sterling clearly isn't in his right mind right now. Even if your men are highly skilled, I fear they wouldn't be able to save my father before Sterling acts. Now, we might as well go and see for ourselves. I'm quite curious about how he managed to return from Corleon!"

She paused for a moment, turning her gaze toward Kallum. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this."

Kallum wasn't fit enough to be out and about given his current circumstances, which was why Calista felt apologetic.

With a raised eyebrow and a smug smile, Kallum suggested, "If you're truly sorry, how about giving me a kiss?"

Calista chuckled, but deep down, she was still filled with worry. In this life, though she never planned on being a good daughter, she didn't want Benedict to just die like that. His previous life had been filled with enough sorrow. This life, he deserved a better ending. "Don't worry." Seeing her downcast, Kallum comforted her, his tone turning dangerous. "It's good to corner him, so he can't escape. Rest assured, after tonight, there won't be anyone named Sterling in this world anymore. Your father will be safe." That night, at Sterling's suburban villa.

A procession of luxury cars rolled in one after the other. As the occupants stepped out, they exchanged puzzled glances, clueless about what was happening.

Originally, they had decided not to associate with Sterling. However, in the afternoon, Sterling unexpectedly called them, declaring his intention to reconcile with Kallum. He even assured them that Kallum would definitely come that evening.

Carrying this peculiar sentiment, they all arrived without prior arrangement. In the world of business, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests. Even if the Wolfords and the Fairchilds had made amends, it wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. They had been invited over and over again, with insistence that they must come. This made their feelings somewhat delicate.

Upon entering, the atmosphere felt strange and unsettling. The food had clearly been reheated, only to be left to cool down again. The grand hall was devoid of any servants, with only Sterling standing at the entrance to welcome them. He then ushered them in, encouraging them to start eating.

There was no music, no ambiance. Though called a banquet, it felt eerily like a funeral. The guests murmured in hushed groups, finding it all very peculiar.

moment, a

laced with confusion. "Where are the servants? The musicians? Is

pale. He cast a panicked glance at the man, hastily dropped what he was holding, and

moment, Calista

the Wolford family's mansion, lost in thought. "Sterling has some munitions with him," he mused. "If

or is planning to escape. Once you go in,

of the details, took the time to remind Calista thoroughly. It was as if he was sending a child off to take the college entrance exams, covering

Calista reached out and grabbed his

have you, I'm not afraid

he found

finally breathed a sigh of relief. Their main concern was that they had been tricked by Sterling into coming. If, by any chance, Kallum had not made peace with Sterling and misunderstood that they were siding with

expressions. Upon entering, Calista swept her surroundings before directing her statement at

statement, a shock rippled through the crowd! Judging by the demeanor, it seemed the Fairchild family

Calista, he seemed to have found his anchor as he moved toward her. "Hold on." Kallum stepped forward to interrupt. His right-hand man immediately moved from behind him to escort Benedict aside. He needed to conduct a thorough check

glint

gave Kallum a nod of approval. Only then did

"Let's go."

grabbed Calista