Her Rebirth of Retribution

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 see 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 givinga 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 corner 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 cthat 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.

Upon entering, the atmosphere 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 welcthem. He then ushered them in, encouraging them to start eating.

There was no music, no ambiance. Though called a banquet, it felt eerily like a funeral. The guests murmured in hushed groups, finding it all very peculiar.

At that moment, a servant finally cin.

"Hey, hold on a minute!" A middle-aged man called out to the butler, his question laced with confusion. "Where are the servants? The musicians? Is this how the Wolford family throws a party?" The butler's face was a frightening shade of pale. He cast a panicked glance at the man, hastily dropped what he was holding, and scurried away, completely ignoring his surroundings.

At that moment, Calista and Kallum arrived.

Kallum gazed at the Wolford family's mansion, lost in thought. "Sterling has smunitions with him," he mused. "If he's truly desperate, tonight's banquet will certainly be more than meets the eye." "I'll have people surround the place shortly, just in case he's set 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 laid any other traps." Kallum, regardless of the details, took the tto remind Calista thoroughly. It was as if he was sending a child off to take the college entrance exams, covering all bases.

Internally rolling her eyes, Calista reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Anyway, as long as I have you, I'm not afraid of anything that might happen." Kallum's eyes lit up at that moment; he found her dependency on him extremely gratifying.

By the tthey arrived, the hall was already bustling with people. Seeing that Kallum really did show up, everyone finally breathed a sigh 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 Sterling and misunderstood that they were siding with Sterling, things could have turned sour.

However, both Kallum and Calista had cold expressions. Upon entering, Calista swept her surroundings before directing her statement at Sterling, who had cforward to greet them. "I'm here, where's my dad?" With just one statement, a shock rippled through the crowd! Judging by the demeanor, it seemed the Fairchild family hadn't cfor the banquet, but for revenge! The reason being, Sterling had captured Calista's father! Sterling's smile didn't falter in the slightest. With a clap of his hands, someone brought Benedict out. Benedict didn't seem to have suffered much, just a bit shocked and dazed. Upon seeing Calista, he seemed to have found his anchor as he moved toward her. "Hold on." Kallum stepped forward to interrupt. His right-hand man immediately moved from behind him to escort Benedict aside. He needed to conduct a thorough check first; only if there were no issues would Benedict be allowed to approach Calista.

Seeing how cautious Kallum was, a glint of light flashed in Sterling's eyes.

After a thorough examination, Ryder gave Kallum a nod of approval. Only then did Kallum let out a grunt.

"Let's go." With that, he grabbed Calista arms, intending to leave.

"Hold on." All of a sudden, Sterling spoke up, smiling at Calista, "I heard Ms. Calista recently cently visited Corleon, and ever acquired the "legacy' of Uriah. With so many people here today, don't you plan to announce this good news?" Upon hearing this, everyone was secretly taken aback! Uriah's status as a political figure meant that any association with him could spell disaster for those

involved. Yet, when Kallum seized Uriah's possessions, not a whisper of protest arose. This was attributed to Kallum's esteemed position and outstanding performance in Lostaria; the nation conveniently overlooked the transgression, turning a blind eye to the matter. However, the situation was vastly

different for Calista. Entangling herself with Uriah would prove to be a formidable challenge to disentangle from. Should she accept anything from Uriah, she'd find herself obliged to reciprocate in kind, further complicating matters.