Her Rebirth of Retribution
Chapter 251 Forgotten About Me

"You forced me into this! You forced me!" Owen shouted as he pulled Quincy back, retreating. He would have preferred to kill Harvey, but the distance was too great. He knew he couldn't reach Harvey, so the only option left was to kill Harvey's daughter. Upon seeing him retreat, Harvey's eyes lit up. Yet, his face was filled with an expression of urgency.

"What are you planning to do? If you want to end your life, do it on your own and let my daughter go! She's my only child, do you intend to let me be heirless?"

The word "heirless" deeply provoked Owen. He threw his head back in a cold, scornful chuckle, which eventually escalated into a hearty laugh.

"Yes, yes, yes! I almost forgot, you can't have children anymore! Hahaha, you wished for my family's downfall... I wish you to be heirless!"

As he spoke, he was about to leap down with Quincy in his arms. At that moment, Harvey held his breath.

"If you really took the leap, then you would be falling right into his trap."

A cool female voice came through, inexplicably extinguishing Owen's raging fury. It felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head, preserving Owen's precarious sanity.

The crowd was parted by a group of bodyguards dressed in black. Calista, clutching her umbrella, made her way from behind. Her black attire almost blended with the night, and under the light, her face was strikingly pale. The contrast of black and white, mysterious and dangerous, slowly approached.

Upon seeing her, Harvey couldn't help but take a few steps back. He knew who Calista was, even though he had never met her before.

Initially, Calista had no intention of coming out, as she didn't want to interact with this group of detestable people. However, witnessing Owen driven to the brink of suicide, she gave it some thought and decided to step in personally.

Initially, Kallum had refused, but Calista was insistent. They had come this far, and for the final push, she wanted to be the one to see it through.

When Owen laid eyes on Calista, it was as if a flame met ice, instantly cooling his fervor. He watched her warily, uncertain whether she was there to aid him or to side with Harvey.

Beneath the gently falling rain, Calista slightly curved her lips, speaking to Owen, "I'm here to help you. The reason why there are so many reporters here is because I called them. The fact that you've been able to perform here for so long without being taken away is also due to my tacit approval. So, you'd better stay calm. Otherwise, you won't get to see your enemy's downfall."

With each word she uttered, Harvey's face grew paler. Yet, he had been the head of a prominent family for many years. After Calista stepped out, Harvey's bodyguards subtly closed in, boosting his confidence slightly.

He questioned Calista with a stern and intimidating demeanor, despite being scared himself, "Miss, are you implying that you intend to openly oppose my family? What gives you the right to say such things?"

He tried to intimidate Calista with the authority of a family head. In his eyes, without the constant support of Kallum, this woman was nothing to be feared.

But how could Calista be afraid of him? Not to mention the imposing Parker Guards behind Calista, who were even more intimidating than Harvey's men. As for Calista herself, she was a woman who had endured three years of hell without giving up, a lunatic who had been forced to fight back against all her enemies with her own strength, starting from an innocent girl who knew nothing. Her aura was stronger than Harvey's, more fierce, and sharper!

Calista chuckled softly.

"What right? I was once Quincy's sister and the adopted daughter of the Fairchild family. I wonder, do these identities grant me the right to stand here?"

Seeing that Calista was not easy to deal with, the faint aura of danger around her even sent chills down his own spine. Harvey's face darkened, his confidence waning even further.

He took a deep breath, his eyes dark and sharp, carrying an implicit threat. He questioned her loudly, "So, you're here challenging the Wolford family. Is this the intention of the Staffords, or the Fairchilds? Do you think you can represent both families?"

He deliberately sneered, switching to a dismissive look as he gazed at Calista. It was as though he was telling her she was incapable of taking charge, and that she should get lost quickly.

Calista's starry gaze gradually fell upon him. Everywhere she looked, it seemed as though the drizzle had transformed into frost, sending involuntary shivers down others' spine.

"You're mistaken," she declared. "I stand here, not by the Staffords' decision, nor by the Fairchild family's will, but by my own choice. I am here, single-handedly challenging you. You may interpret this as, I'm here to settle a score with you."

Her words, laced with a smile, stirred

up a wave of commotion. The reporters went wild. Wasn't this the same girl who had been publicly proposed to by Kallum Fairchild?

She had the audacity to open net

challenge the Wolford family, and that was no ordinary family. After all, it was the Wolford family from Summerbank. Although they were not on par with the Fairchild family, would Kallum just let her go around making enemies?

However, considering that the influence of the Fairchild family was evident everywhere tonight, it seemed that Kallum truly indulged her beyond all reason, letting her act as she pleased.

Suddenly, Harvey felt a wave of panic... He had this overwhelming sense that he was going to fall flat on his face here tonight.

He opened his mouth, intending to maintain his fierce expression. But what he didn't know was that his feeble demeanor had already given him away.

"Did... Did we ever have a problem?"

Although his words lacked

assertiveness, he felt suppressed by

Calista's intimidating aura. He

suddenly didn't want to do anything. He just hoped to get through the day unscathed... But since Calista was here, it was impossible for Kallum not to be. He felt like a trapped bird. With Kallum controlling the situation and Calista fueling the fire, he could no longer predict how things would unfold.

"Celebrating?" Calista glanced at Owen, who was nervously watching them and gave a slight smile. "I'm just like him, left with nothing because of you. Do you have so many enemies that you've forgotten about me?"