Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 306 The Fire Blazes

As the seconds ticked by, Quincy's anxiety intensified dramatically.

Has Kallum already left? He must've; he wouldn't tolerate a woman causing turmoil while masquerading as Calista. And even if he had chosen to stay, surely the butler would have ushered him out to protect his loved ones. After all, his wife and children are in my hands. Quincy's thoughts then drifted to the fire engulfing the lower floors.

Could this blaze have something to do with Kallum? If it isn't his doing, then surely the butler would have sought me out by now, wouldn't he? Why aren't the police here yet?

With each moment that passed, her sense of panic escalated. her carefully orchestrated plan had been thrown into disarray by an unexpected fire.

Suddenly, a loud crash resounded as the wine rack toppled over. While the attention of those present was diverted, Calista saw her chance and dashed toward freedom. Quincy, however, was the only one who noticed her fleeting figure.

She shouted urgently, "Quick, grab her! She's trying to run!"

Meanwhile, Kallum stood transfixed by the advancing flames, his heart pounding with anxiety as he scanned the area intensely. Where's Callie? Where could she be hidden in this vast house?

Just then, Gunner pointed urgently toward a melting wall on the second floor and exclaimed, "Mr. Kallum! Look at that wall, it's melting!"

"You can't run, Calista!" Quincy managed to snatch a gun from Jason's grasp and aimed it at Calista, firing several shots as the latter darted toward the exit. She had a sudden foreboding that if Calista successfully made her escape, the repercussions would be dire.

At that crucial juncture, Calista's muscles tensed as she gathered every ounce of her strength and hurled herself against the soundproof wall, which was already significantly weakened. The dual layers of battered wood splintered under the impact. Shielding her head with her arms, she leaped down to the second floor.

life. She knew there was a lawn below, clear of any hazards, which emboldened her

a disturbance, Kallum instinctively looked up just in time to see a figure descending. Before he could clearly discern who it was, his instincts propelled him forward,

sigh

still slightly dazed, murmured,

that at such a perilous moment, she would be caught by someone let

heart racing, "You ungrateful little... Who else but me would care about

Calista relaxed

him, feeling an overwhelming sense of affection and

you..." she whispered, overwhelmet

herself, being rescued

his arms, his posture erect and his stride confident. He seemed to glow even in the night's darkness. "Do we still

embrace,

to the fiery ordeal. "Mr. Kallum," one of them inquired, "should

then, a desperate shout echoed from the second floor, "Help! Why is the

approached Kallum, wiping sweat from his brow. "Mr. Kallum, lives are at stake. Please, let

at

whispering something that made

He glanced