Her Vengeful Rebirth

Chapter 107 Wait For Me

With a gun pointed at him, Uriah dared not resist. His men raised their hands in surrender, their fear threatening to suffocate them.

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As Kallum’s eyes fixed on Uriah, who was now cornered and desperate, his pupils narrowed, the intensity of his gaze revealing a raw, undisguised intent to eliminate any threat.

“Where is Calista?” Kallum’s voice was sharp, his concern evident. Why is she not by Uriah’s side? Did Uriah harm her?

Uriah realized the depth of his miscalculation. In his arrogance, he had underestimated Kallum’s reach and resolve, assuming that Kallum would not risk everything for Calista and thus disregarding her as a valuable leverage point.

But Uriah, ever the schemer, quickly attempted to manipulate the situation to his advantage, despite his desperation.

“Let me go! Otherwise, I’ll kill that woman! His voice was tinged with false bravado, clinging to the hope that Kallum might be deceived by his bluff.

Kallum, however, maintained his composure, observing Uriah closely. After a moment, he let out a short, mocking laugh, seeing through the facade.

“You’re not holding her captive,” Kallum stated flatly, his voice cutting through the tension. “That means I don’t have to keep you alive any longer.”

Uriah was taken aback, barely processing the situation before Kallum’s forces opened fire. In a r attempt to shield himself, Uriah hid behind one of his own men.

desperate

none of the bullets were fatal. The realization that he was

sent waves of terror through

demon! An

and I’m the only one who knows the code! If you kill me,

approached and hoisted him from the ground with ease. “Bomb? Password?”

A palpable fear washed over him, his voice quivering with the weight of his impending

only half an hour left before the explosion! If you kill me, they’ll all die!” he cried out, his

crumbling as he yearned to beg for mercy. “Let me go… and I’ll give you the password

a dismissive laugh, casually releasing his grip and watching Uriah tumble to the ground. Scrambling to his feet, Uriah seemed poised to grasp at Kallum’s foot

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107 Wait For Me

pure–bloods like me deserve to live. Everyone

coldly stepped on Uriah’s hand before he could make another move.

pain–a man of high society, unaccustomed to physical suffering, his pampered

authoritatively, towering over Uriah, who felt the full weight of his own insignificance, as if standing before a God. How could he dare to suggest that Calista was possibly dead by

her location through clenched teeth.

Gritting mountain!”

Kallum smirked and pressed further, “How much of

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