Her Vengeful Rebirth

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 seet 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 comer 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.

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

music, no ambiance. Though called a banquet, it felt eerily like a funeral. The

a servant finally

a minute!” A middle–aged man called out to the butler, his question laced with confusion. “Where are the servants? The

the man, hastily dropped what he was holding, and scurried away, completely ignoring his surroundings. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

Calista

gazed at the Wolford family’s mansion, lost in

“Ifha’s indu darnarara tanishi’s hanana All certainlu ha men than maste

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up a sniper or is planning to escape. Once you go in, try to stand near the window. I’ll have someone constantly checking to see if he’s

if he was sending a child

eyes, Calista reached out and

I’m not afraid of anything that might

moment, he found her dependency

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

Kallum and Calista had cold expressions. Upon entering, Calista swept her surroundings before directing her statement at Sterling, who

here, where’s my

the demeanor, it seemed the Fairchild family hadn’t come for

of his hands, someone brought Benedict out. Benedict didn’t seem to have suffered much, just

man immediately moved from behind. him to escort Benedict aside. He needed to conduct a thorough check first;