Her Vengeful Rebirth

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“Who would’ve thought? That woman who just came in is so horny. Even though she has a husband, she’s still insatiable.”

“No wonder she disappeared as soon as she got here. Turns out she’s here.”

“But that woman seems a bit delirious…”

“She’s probably been played until she’s lost her mind.”

The malicious whispers made Kallum feel sick. He didn’t care if he got his hands dirty and angrily yelled at Mirabelle. “Get out of the way!”

Mirabelle’s eyes lit up. If Mr. Kallum is this furious, will he start a massacre? That would be best! However, she still put on a face of earnest persuasion.

“Mr. Kallum, don’t be impulsive! I believe Calista didn’t do it on purpose!”

by her. Why had I only seen Mirabelle as vain before, and not as fake?

Mirabelle didn’t notice the murderous look in Kallum’s eyes and continued, “Mr. Kallum, give Calista a chance. Don’t

We’re at the

Bang! Bang! Bang!

bear it

as

you to

down with her hands over her head. Kallum’s glare reminded her of the time by the pool when he wouldn’t let anyone

so close to death was unbearable. With her legs shaking. Mirabelle moved away.

He kicked the door open, ready to see who dared use Calista’s face

gunshots, Quincy was momentarily stunned, then she laughed out loud. “Fantastic! As expected, Kallum couldn’t

Quincy, the initially tensed Calista asked in confusion,

smiling seductively, “I had someone provoke Kallum and then let him see his beloved fiancée with other men! And I called a lot of people to watch. Unless Kallum kills

turned frighteningly cold. Because of Calista, everyone in Horington looked at me as if I were filth. I might be in

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you had someone

Quincy, in her pride, failed

so Kallum won’t get any answers from her. Maybe he won’t even ask. Did you

to die too. If Mr. Kallum takes her away, even better! We can use you to exchange for that wornan, ruining your reputation. How could the Fairchild family ever marry you then? Even if you run out to clear your name, who would believe you? Either

everything she couldn’t do in the