Kallum frowned impatiently. How is it that there isn't even someone to inquire here?
Hearing his displeased tone, the short, chubby middle-aged butler, Normansqueezed through. “Mr. Kallum, welcome! Welcome! I apologize for not coming to welcome you sooner.”
Kallum snorted coldly, his sharp eyes piercing through him. “I'm asking you. Where is Calista?”
“I-I don't know...”
Before the man could finish his sentence, Kallum grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
“You're telling me you didn't know when someone entered this house?”
The rising anger in his tone sent shivers down everyone's spine. At this moment, a familiar woman rushed out, trembling as she spoke. “Mr. Kallum, I-I know! I just saw Calista, and she was with a man...”
Kallum quickly let go of Norman, turning to Mirabelle. Something told him that this was a conspiracy.
However, is it possible? With the barely surviving Yost family, coupled with the powerless Wolford family, will they dare to lay hands on Callie?
“Then lead the way!”
“Yes... yes.” Mirabelle dared not delay, jogging ahead. The other guests quickly made their way, eager to avoid being in her path.
Kallum followed Mirabelle. To ensure his safety, the men behind him discreetly loaded their guns. Kallum wanted to see how this small place had swallowed up someone belonging to him.
Along the way, although Mirabelle was terrified, the fact that this matter had “nothing to do” with her bolstered her courage a bit.
“Mr. Kallum, I truly pity you! You might not be aware, but Calista was taken away by a man shortly after entering here...”
Seeing Kallum's silence, Mirabelle gritted her teeth and continued, “Calista isn't the same person she used to be. Many people outside are saying that she's the most successful and scheming woman in the city. From being your fiancée, to becoming the Fairchild family's goddaughter, to marrying you, how long did it take her? Mr. Kallum, I think...”
“I think I don't need you to tell me what kind of person she is.”
Kallum's ominous voice rang out, causing Mirabelle to freeze in place. She could feel the cold muzzle of a gun pressed firmly against the back of her head!
Mirabelle gulped nervously. She hadn't expected Kallum to bring a gun. But then again, as the head of the Fairchild family, how could he not carry one?
Seeing Mirabelle finally quiet down, Kallum sneered, “Move!”
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