Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 133

Only then did Kallum lift his gaze toward her.

During the period of constant companionship, Kallum had grown accustomed to unconsciously seeking her out. He didn't want anyone else to interfere with anything that concerned her.

Yet, Calista didn't catch his gaze and took advantage of the time to study. Exams were just a couple of days away. Whether she could advance and join the combined master's and doctoral program hinged on that one instance.

Kallum found himself surrounded by a group of people, obstructing his view of Calista. He cast a displeased glance at them, leaving everyone with an inexplicable sense of having done something wrong.

After the injection, everyone assisted Kallum in changing his clothes and ushered Calista behind another partition to get dressed, as she was the star of the day.

“How are things going with the Wolford family?” Kallum suddenly asked in front of the mirror.

At that point, Quintus had already become much more composed.

“The Wolford family has been struggling with their capital flow for quite some time. What was initially a minor issue had escalated into a major problem after several failed collaborations. They had to shut down several subsidiaries and were even considering a marriage alliance between Sterling and someone from Clouden Bank of Summerbank. Although they disparaged Sterling's humble background, the bank CEO's daughter was smitten with him at first sight.”

With a cold chuckle, Kallum looked into the mirror. His flamboyant good looks were still the same, yet he had a ruthless glint in his eyes.

“Young ladies are always fickle-minded and infatuated with handsome men. Tell Donati, I've chosen a decent girlfriend for him.”

Quintus nodded, yet with a hint of confusion, he asked, “Mr. Kallum, since we've already found evidence of the Wolford family's arms trafficking, their deal with the rebel troops from Lostaria that is equivalent to exploiting the nation's crisis for their personal gain. Why don't we just capture them all in one fell swoop?”

Kallum fell silent, a flicker of resignation and indulgence crossed his eyes. Why? Because my wife forbade it!

“There might still be a chance for them to make a comeback if we don't eliminate them thoroughly, but since they want Callie dead, I must ensure their downfall so that they can't ever get back up!”

Of course, the main issue is Callie didn't want me to interfere in her affairs. Therefore, I have no choice but to whittle down the enemies' power and influence, and then provide the right opportunity for Callie to deliver the fatal blow. That's right. I'm just that indulgent toward my wife. Of course, if I were to die suddenly, these pieces of evidence would still be sent to the authorities. The Wolford family won't be able to escape justice. However, Callie might blame me in such a scenario and resent me for intentionally making her owe me a favor she can never repay. Perhaps, she'll even hold a grudge against me for the rest of her life.

Kallum grinned contently at the thought. His whole being radiated joy that no one could've guessed he was plagued by illness and possibly on the brink of death.

After the banquet had commenced, many who scrutinized Calista eventually wanted to be acquainted with her.

Kallum asked everyone to step back when it was time to zip up the dress. He stepped forward and smoothly slid the zipper up for Calista.

His movements were slow, exuding a sense of ease and racy. In the full-length mirror, he stood behind Calista, a head taller than her, yet their reflection was unexpectedly perfect, reminiscent of a married couple.

The delicate fairness of her collarbone gradually vanished beneath Kallum's fingertips. After securing the zipper, he didn't retreat. Instead, he fetched something, his hands looping around Calista's waist. He rested his head on her shoulder, slipping something onto her finger.

Upon glancing, Calista discovered it was the thumb ring she had shattered. Although it had been repaired, fine cracks could still be seen. However, they were hardly noticeable unless one looked closely. Of course, the ring also stirred up some unpleasant memories for her.

“Doesn't this ring belong only to the lady of the Fairchild family? It's inappropriate for me to wear it,” Calista said matter-of-factly, oblivious to how close Kallum was to her. The people around dared not look, as if a mere glance would set their hearts racing.

The man and woman reflected in the mirror were equally dazzling as if a match made in heaven. The man even slipped a thumb ring onto the woman's finger, reminiscent of a wedding band.

“There's nothing inappropriate about it. If I were to die, you would be the lady of the Fairchild family.” He added silently, As the heir. If I survive, Calista will most definitely be the lady of the house. No doubt about that!