Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 406

“I'm sorry... for dragging you into this mess,” Ambrose muttered, his voice tinged with regret.

“What nonsense, it's clear that I've dragged you into this,” Calista responded with a light chuckle. However, her smile faded as her eyes scanned the crisscrossing scars adorning his upper body, her expression turning icy with the sight.

“Go on, your brother is waiting for you,” she urged him gently. Though Ambrose was hesitant to leave her side, he knew he had no choice but to comply. With a heavy heart and clenched teeth, he turned and began to walk in the opposite direction.

A figure emerged from the car, approaching Ambrose with hands raised in a gesture of peace, under the watchful gaze of Horatio. Meanwhile, Calista advanced toward him, her steps measured and deliberate.

Step by step, the distance between them closed.

Horatio was convinced that once he had Calista within his grasp, he could manipulate her to extend his own life through any means necessary. With Kiefer being distracted by Kallum, Horatio focused solely on seizing Calista.

At that crucial moment, Calista burst into laughter, her scars lending a haunting quality to her mirth. “Do you know?” she asked, capturing Horatio's full attention.

“If I wish for someone's death, not even the heavens can protect them,” she declared confidently. Just as she finished her sentence, the sudden roar of an engine sounded from the south.

“Calista, are you playing tricks?” Horatio stepped forward, seizing control over her in one swift move.

With a gun pointed at her, Calista shrugged nonchalantly. “I haven't done anything. I have no idea who's coming.”

As Calista's prediction unfolded before his eyes, Quintus hastily started the car, whisking Ambrose away. In the blink of an eye, six black sedans crashed through a barricade and stormed the scene. Twenty menacing men emerged, their aura thick with bloodlust. Horatio's eyes widened in shock at the sight of their leader, a formidable tan-skinned man, who aimed his gun directly at him.

“Kurt...”

Before Horatio could react fully, his bodyguard shoved him aside, saving him from what would have been a fatal shot.

Kurt's shot missed, and he frowned deeply, his command of Chanaean not quite perfect as he demanded, “I want her! Give her to me!”

Horatio hesitated, weighing his options as he faced about thirty to forty skilled men of his own against Kurt's fearsome crew. Should I hand over Calista to maintain peace?

Calista's soft voice broke through his deliberations, “The fact that he managed to find his way here shows that Kiefer knows of your betrayal. Do you really think giving me up will save you? If you do, you're as good as dead.”

Frustrated and cornered, Horatio glared at her, his voice tight with anger. “Are you scheming against me?”