Her Vengeful Rebirth

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.”

at her

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.”

her hand. For the first time, a look of fear finally emerged in Sterling’s

longer the haughty tone he’d taken when they first met when he’d looked down on her

regret. Things would have turned out differently had he not underestimated her, merely sending a band of mercenaries to kill her.

of his financial situation, and his fear of losing his treasure, he wouldn’t have ventured so recklessly into danger. Given another chance, he would never have ended up in such a predicament.

a finger on you again, so please don’t kill me! I’ll give you whatever you want, Do you want money? Or power? Just don’t

humble, but

once pleaded with you in the same

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

She’s caused us so much trouble and loss. To simply let her die

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The

K virus due to his reckless behavior. There aren’t any cases like this back horne. If she were to get an injection, wouldn’t she make the perfect

and allow her to infect a few more people, we’ll have more subjects for our experiment,

with it in

slowly pieced back together… Ms. Stafford, you have a strong will to live, so you probably won’t die that easily, right? That would no longer make it

and clenching. She bit her lip

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 earnestly.

“I beg you…”

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 profit for you… Don’t kill me! I beg… I beg you!”