Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 413

Once the preparations were complete and Shaun had reassured him that Calista's injuries would be attended to and her safety ensured, Kallum allowed himself a moment of relief.

“Mr. Kallum...” Ryder began, hoping to offer some comforting words to his boss, but Kallum stopped him mid-sentence.

Methodically loading his pistol, Kallum spoke in a voice eerily serene, betraying none of the storm brewing inside him.

“Don't say a word,” he commanded as he cocked the gun, his gaze piercing through the darkness of the surrounding forest. His violet eyes seemed to flash with an intensity like a bolt of lightning slicing through the night. “Right now, I have only one thing on my mind—to make that cursed rat from Lostaria pay a thousand times over for what he's done.”

Meanwhile, Kiefer, who had long been adept at eluding international capture, had managed to evade the agents sent after him by the nation. However, the news of Calista's capture and her subsequent quarantine had infuriated him to the point of physically smashing his phone down and furiously condemning his subordinates.

How could over a hundred of my men, seasoned fighters all, fail to secure a single woman? Especially a woman already weakened by a virus!

Such a humiliating defeat could provide fodder for his rivals' mockery for years, assuming he survived long enough to hear it.

Without Calista as leverage, how was he to control Kallum? Particularly now, as Kallum seemed to possess an uncanny ability to track him down relentlessly. If this continued, Kiefer feared his demise was certain.

“Boss, the cave entrance is just ahead. Maybe we should back off this time. If we survive, there's always another chance,” suggested a short-statured Lostarian man standing beside Kiefer, speaking in his native tongue.

Though Kiefer was reluctant, knowing that survival was his priority, he conceded, “Fine, let's go.”

But as they made their move, they were suddenly engulfed by a surge of smoke and flames, propelled forward by a gust of wind that intensified the blaze.

Kiefer's instincts screamed at him that this was no accident but perhaps a trap. Changing direction, he attempted to evade what he felt might be a guided threat.

As the flames grew, trapping them, one of his men spotted a potential escape route. “Boss! Over here, there's a stream!”

Thinking quickly and with few options, Kiefer led his men toward the water, only to spot a figure waiting for them in the distance.