Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 445

At Calista's order, Quintus chuckled and replied, “Yes, Ms. Calista. I'll ensure she won't be able to utter a single word.”

Upon seeing that Quintus was serious, Yelena began screaming while shielding her head, “Have you no shame, Calista? Do you want the entire world to know how ruthless you are?”

With a smile, Calista motioned for Quintus to step back. Then, she teased her by saying, “If the price of fame is to respond to hostility with kindness, I'd rather remain obscure.”

Yelena's face was pale, but after over a decade of oppression, she could still stand up to Calista even when she was suppressed to that extent.

She shouted fearlessly, “I am your stepmother! I'm a cleaner here, but you sit here and eat like royalty! Aren't you afraid of the world's condemnation?”

Calista grinned wickedly. “You're right. It's a bit inappropriate that you work here while I dine here. But don't worry. You'll soon be let go, and this issue will cease to exist.”

That was the veritable truth. Not only had the manager rushed over, but even the boss made an appearance, gritting his teeth in frustration as he looked at Yelena. If it weren't because Calista was still talking to her, she would have been thrown out long ago.

Yelena looked back at the crowd, her voice trembling.

“You're so heartless! After all the trouble I went through to find a job, and with everyone watching, you want to back me into a corner? You won't even leave me a lifeline? What's the point of me living, then? I might as well drop dead right before your eyes!”

The moment she threatened suicide, a ripple of unease spread through the crowd. The boss and staff, in particular, were so terrified that their faces drained of all color. Yet, Calista merely watched her with a smile.

“That'd be easy. Just bang your head against that pillar. Please don't stop her, ladies and gentlemen. If she dies, I'll take the blame.”

Her words left Yelena as pale as a sheet. Facing off Calista, who was impervious to all forms of persuasion and manipulation, one wrong move could be fatal.

Kallum's brows furrowed. He cut the foie gras into small pieces and fed a piece to Calista, murmuring, “That's about enough. We wouldn't want to spoil your appetite.”

Calista nodded. She looked at Yelena smilingly.

Only after she had swallowed the foie gras did she say, “Go ahead.”

Yelena burst into tears at the top of her lungs. “This is outrageous! The heartless Calista is pushing her stepmother to death!”

Kallum fed Calista another bite of food, looking at her in exasperation.

“It's too noisy.”

“Oh well, all right then.” Calista laughed.

She waited until Yelena had finished wailing before asking, “You didn't even get to see Quincy, did you?”

Taken aback, the weeping Yelena paused momentarily.