Her Vengeful Rebirth by Anastasia novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 The Past Like A Needle

Kallum tilted his head slightly, his deep set eyes bright and sharp, and even though there was irritation. on his face, he still let go of the door handle in his hands.

For some reason, even though Kallum was willing to listen to her calmly, she suddenly felt this bitterness in her heart.

“Firstly, the biggest reason why you hate me is because you were drugged about five months ago, right?”

Calista remained seated at the desk and spoke calmly. She was facing Kallum, but did not look at him.

Kallum considered this a taint on his life and started to frown, but before he could respond, Calista looked up and said, “It wasn’t me.”

The meaning of her words were very plain, and Kallum suddenly found himself believing her.

But no, how could he believe this scheming woman?

“If it wasn’t you, then who else could it be?”

Calista shook her head at this expected answer. She knew Kallum wouldn’t believe her based on just

one sentence.

“That night during the cruise party, you drank the wine that I gave you. But I actually only wanted to chat with you, I didn’t know that your drink was drugged.”

Kallum didn’t like seeing her back then either, and only started to hate seeing her after what happened. that night.

Kallum laughed coldly, thinking he must be nuts for staying and listening to her spout nonsense!

Calista suddenly turned the conversation and said, “Last night I used my phone to hit one of my attackers and he threw it out of the window. Later when you go back, your servants should be able to

find it.”

When she mentioned how she had narrowly escaped the night before, Kallum swallowed the sarcastic words that were almost out of his mouth. After all she did suffer a terrible scare the night before, which was probably the reason why her personality had turned a hundred and eighty degrees and she was saying these things to him now.

Calista continued, “Since I do research on medical science, sometimes an idea just popped up in my mind, so I always keep a small voice recorder on my cell phone key chain.”

Kallum finally turned around, because he figured that Calista wouldn’t mention a voice recorder for nothing.

“Before the party, Mirabelle came to look for me and said she wanted me to help her create an aphrodisiac that wouldn’t do any harm to the body.”

When he heard Mirabelle’s name, Kallum’s eyebrow twitched and he was ready to berate her but

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Calista continued without giving him a chance, “But because nobody had ever asked me to do Something like that, I became afraid and I recorded the conversation.”

Calista laughed bitterly, remembering how her life was completely destroyed the night before in her previous life.

The broken phone and the voice recorder were never found in her previous life, but this time she should still be able to find these items in time.

Initially she didn’t want to talk about this since she had decided to sever ties with Kallum, but she changed her mind.

It didn’t matter how Kallum saw her, but why should she carry this reputation of being a shameless woman for the rest of her life?

“That night, the wine I gave you was poured by Mirabelle. I saw that you started reacting strangely so I brought you to the room. I could see you were suffering the effects of some sort of drug and I didn’t want you to be embarrassed, and so I got everybody else out of the room and took out my acupuncture needles to try controlling the situation but you threw out my entire bag of needles. I saw that suffering and so I decided to just let you have sex with me.”

She recounted the night in a matter-of-fact tone, not changing despite the subject matter.

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“After that you went to investigate and found out that I had previously created this sort of drug and concluded this must be my evil plan right? And why did you investigate in the first place? Because Mirabelle told you something, didn’t she? You can go back and get someone to find that voice recorder, and it will explain everything.”

Kallum clenched his fist and his anger pushed the tension in the room to its limit. “So you intend to put the blame on Mirabelle?”