Before Jarrett could say anything, Kallum suddenly started laughing, and laughed louder and louder. He looked at Calista as if he was extremely proud of her.
“Silly girl.”
He took Calista’s hand in his, as if he was pulling her out of a twisted universe.
Calista was stunned for a while and looked hard at Kallum.
But he didn’t look at her. Instead he looked down and carefully massaged her hand.
“You’ve never fired a gun before, doesn’t your hand hurt? If you want to shoot someone or something, tell me and I’ll help you shoot!”
There was a twinkle in his eye as he gently massaged her hand.
“I’m a really sharp shooter. No bullets are wasted in my hands.”
Quintus had a weird expression on his face as he stood behind Kallum.
Mr. Kallum! Quintus thought to himself, you can’t spoil your fiancée like that! Ms. Calista has fired a shot at Jarrett! Not just any rat on the street, but Jarrett! Instead of thinking about how to clean this mess up, you’re worried about Ms. Calista hurting herself! So what if you’re a sharp shooter? In ancient Chanaea you would have been like a playful prince bringing harm to his own country!
Quintus looked at the forces he was up against and cursed himself. Calista had injured the head of the clan in his own house and Kallum was still saying crazy things! He told himself that next time he’d better bring more people if they had to visit someone else’s house because he couldn’t fight so many all by himself!
Calista finally snapped back to reality. She looked strangely at her own hand, at hen followed the trail of blood to Jarrett.
She had calmed down considerably, and she now looked at Jarrett as if he was a stranger. Jarrett suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He had a feeling that Calista wasn’t going to look for him first thing the next time she needed help.
His actions earlier had pushed Calista away, and given her personality, she would not allow him to go close to her again.
For some reason, this thought made him nearly stop breathing.
He was still bleeding, and a man in black behind Jarrett finally cracked open his mouth, “Mr. Jarrett…”
He wanted to know if they could shoot or not. They couldn’t touch Kallum, but since this woman had come in to create trouble, if they let her go now, it would be hard to keep their standing in this house.
Jarrett closed his eyes. “Let them go!”
Nobody moved. This woman had shot at the master of the house and they had to let her go?
Kallum smiled, shot Jarrett a cold stare, and then pulled Calista towards the exit confidently, as if nothing had happened.
Even though Callie had avenged herself on the spot, he hadn’t forgotten how Jarrett had nearly killed her! He was going to get back at him in due time!
The anger from Kallum made everyone make way for him. If they had to shoot, they could only shoot at Calista, because the Sinclairs couldn’t afford to offend the Fairchilds.
But even though they were the ones who let them go, they felt as if they were the ones who had offended both Kallum and the person who could save Ambrose.
After they had left, Jarrett felt like he had suddenly lost all strength and nearly collapsed.
“Mr. Jarrett! Why don’t you dress your wounds first?” He had bled a lot!
Another underling was smart enough to have called another doctor over, but Jarrett walked away towards Ambrose instead.
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