Chapter 201 The Flashback
In the end, all four individuals discarded their guns and gradually moved behind Jarrett, Only Sterling was
left. Just like a beast cornered at the edge of a cliff, he had no other fate but death.
“Calista! Jarrett! Do you really intend to do this? If I die, my father will never forgive you!”
Upon seeing him retreating continuously, Calista spoke sympathetically. “Tsk tsk, I can’t believe I’m actually feeling a bit sorry for you. Compassion is a terrifying thing.”
After Calista finished her lament, she made a slight gesture with her finger
Immediately, two people from behind her stepped forward. They snatched the gun from Sterling’s hand and pinned him to the ground.
The last time the esteemed heir of the Wolford family came into close contact with the ground was probably during his childhood days in the orphanage, let alone kneeling on the ground.
Calista turned to Jarrett, who stood by the side, and said, “I’ve handed him over to you. The ones he brought with him are his trusted aides. These people are privy to all his secrets, his business dealings, and can even represent him. With these individuals present, Sterling is of no use to you anymore. You might as well leave first.”
Jarrett shook his head, saying, “No, I want to see how you’re going to deal with him.”
“What else can it be?” Calista brandished a gun. “Obviously, killing him is the best choice.”
Jarrett glanced at her in surprise.
“What? Did you think I was planning to humiliate him first? Though it seems like it could be fun, I’m not interested. It’s simpler to just kill him.”
Calista spoke as she slowly walked toward Sterling, loosely gripping the gun in her hand. For the first time, a look of fear finally emerged in Sterling’s eyes.
“Calista…” His voice was hoarse, no longer the haughty tone he’d taken when they first met when he’d looked down on her as if she were a mere insect. Now, he was the one in the insect’s position.
He was filled with regret. Things would have turned out differently had he not underestimated her, merely sending a band of mercenaries to kill her.
If it weren’t for his impatience, the suffocating pressure of his financial situation, and his fear of losing his treasure, he wouldn’t have ventured so recklessly into danger. Given another chance, he would never have ended up in such a predicament.
“I beg you…” He finally lowered himself. “I promise I won’t lay a finger on you again, so please don’t kill me! I’ll give you whatever you want, Do you want money? Or power? Just don’t kill me, please!”
His demeanor was incredibly humble, but Calista remained unmoved.
“Do you know? I once pleaded with you in the same way.”
In my past life, I ultimately couldn’t escape the relentless hunt and was captured. I believed that death was my only fate. When Quincy was adamant in killing me, what was it that Sterling said back then?
“Kill her? She’s caused us so much trouble and loss. To simply let her die would be letting her off too easy..
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Chapter 201 The flashback
Sterling stared at her, a cold smirk playing on his lips, “Coincidentally, that man’s son got himself infected with the K virus due to his reckless behavior. There aren’t any cases like this back horne. If she were to get an injection, wouldn’t she make the perfect human test subject?”
Upon hearing this, Quincy immediately became excited. “The K virus? Sure, that sounds great! If we release her and allow her to infect a few more people, we’ll have more subjects for our experiment, won’t we? Ever, it she doesn’t infect anyone else, she won’t survive more than a month, which is rather interesting when you think about it.”
Sterling scornfully glanced at Quincy, then had someone bring over a blue syringe. The K virus serum was dangerous, yet he casually toyed with it in his hand. He was deliberately taking his time, just to savor the struggle on Calista’s face, aiming to break her down mentally.
I’ve heard that after contracting the K virus, one would suffer daily. It feels as if your bones and flesh are being ground up and slowly pieced back together… Ms. Stafford, you have a strong will to live, so you probably won’t die that easily, right? That would no longer make it fun.”
Calista sat on the ground, her hand alternately relaxing and clenching. She bit her lip so hard that she drew blood.
Her body was covered in wounds, and as the syringe drew nearer, a wave of immense panic washed over her. Ultimately, she could no longer maintain her defiance. She lowered her head, pleading earnestly.
“I beg you…”
Calista bowed her head to grasp Sterling’s trousers, her fingers thin and pale, as if they would snap with a single squeeze. “I can still be of use… I’m much more useful than Quincy. Spare me, as I can create more profit for you… Don’t kill me! I beg… I beg you!”
One by one, her tears fell silently onto the carpet. In the lavish room, her pleas were uttered with immense difficulty.
She didn’t want to die and was even willing to beg for mercy from her
enemy.
“Hahaha! Did you hear that, Sterling? She’s begging you!” Quincy mimicked Calista’s tone, saying in a sobbing tone, “Please…don’t kill me. I’ll work like a slave to repay you…”
After she finished speaking, her expression turned vicious. With a cold, mocking laugh, she kicked Calista over with one foot.
“Begging now, are you? Weren’t you proud and defiant before? Weren’t you capable of taking on the world? I dare you to flee again, and cause more trouble, you b*tch!”
Sterling watched with amusement as Quincy vented her frustrations. It wasn’t until Calista curled up pathetically from the sharp kicks of Quincy’s high heels that he finally decided to speak up, pretending to be merciful.
“Alright, stop messing around. If she dies, we’ll lose our test subject.”
As he spoke, he moved closer step–by–step with the gleaming syringe, disregarding Calista’s recoil into the
corner.
In a pitiful tone, he said, “Seeing you like this, I actually feel a bit sorry for you. Compassion is a terrifying thing…”