Her Rebirth of Retribution
Chapter 69 If This Plan Does Not Work Then Try Another

After alighting from the car, Calista could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Kallum's passion burned bright like a fire, and she felt like she was going to get burnt if she spent any longer with him.

Jarrett was as polite as he could be, since he had already decided not to go after Calista after the last time they parted ways unhappily. She had someone else in her heart and was even engaged to that someone else, so...what was he still clinging onto? Calista was equally cold to him. "Where's the patient?" she asked directly.

Jarrett, with his spectacles, smiled coldly and distantly.

"In the back yard. Ms. Stafford, Mr. Kallum, this way please."

Calista nodded and took the first step in.

She was not very satisfied with Jarrett at this stage - she had asked him for help with Jonathan, but Jarrett had not tried his best. The Sinclairs were not as powerful as the Wolfords, but weren't too far off, and Jarrett had just told her that there was nothing else he could do. If she had cured his brother before the incident, would he have done a better job?

But it was better this way. This way she didn't owe him anything, so she didn't have to think too hard before doing anything to him.

Amidst the numerous plants, a clean and elf-like young man was painting on the easel. He was very engrossed in painting and didn't even know people had come to see him.

The scene in front of Calista had an unreal sense of beauty.

"He is Ambrose Sinclair?" Kallum asked.

Jarrett nodded his head bitterly. His name, Ambrose, meant immortal, and one could see what the Sinclairs wanted so much for their child.

Calista pursed her lips and said hoarsely, "Please leave first, other people are a disturbance to me."

Jarrett hesitated, but Kallum had full faith in Calista, so he said to Jarrett, "Didn't you have some questions about the contract that time? Let's go elsewhere to discuss."

His attitude was very arrogant, and he controlled the situation everywhere he went, his words making it difficult for anyone to say otherwise. Besides, Kallum had come today to emphasize to Jarrett that Calista was someone he protected.

Jarrett nodded, and even though he was still worried, he smiled and walked off with Kallum.

Calista started walking over to the young man.

Suddenly someone blocked her way. Calista looked at the person who blocked her and her pupils narrowed instantly.

"Ms. Stafford, if you have any questions, you can ask me. Mr. Ambrose is not in good health, please don't go close to him if it is not necessary."

The man who blocked her had dark skin, his eyes as wicked and sharp as a wolf's. But Calista remembered very clearly that in her previous life, this was the man who said that he had orders from Jarrett to capture her at the airport and passed her to Quincy. And it was also this man who listened to Quincy, snatched away her data microchip and then incapacitated her precious right hand!

Why was he here? Calista smiled, her smile carrying some viciousness. "Do you know Quincy?"

Her sudden question made Carl Wilson freeze, and his hesitation answered Calista's question.

She continued to ask curiously, "How do you know my younger sister? I heard her mention you before."

Carl narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously, "Quincy mentioned me to you?"

Quincy...

There was a cold air that suddenly emanated from Calista, causing Carl to stiffen up. His reaction confused himself - he had no idea why he felt so threatened.

Calista did not look at him anymore. She was afraid that if she looked at him any longer, she would break his hand one inch at a time! Just like what he did to her in her previous life.

If it wasn't for him, Quincy would not

have been able to smear her reputation and she was left helpless, unable to prove herself. Even after she had trained her left hand to е perform acupuncture after five years, nobody believed her, and some people even said that she had tried to steal Quincy's research and she was the liar.

She suppressed the hatred in her, pushed Carl aside and started walking towards Ambrose. Carl dared not move since Calista had such a fierce aura, and suddenly he felt that this woman was no ordinary woman, and might even get in the way of his plans. When he heard footsteps, the young man engrossed in painting looked up, and his clear amber eyes faltered.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the person who has come to cure you."

Before coming to see Ambrose, she had a few terrifying ideas, but once she saw him, she changed her mind immediately.

Ambrose's eyes fell immediately upon hearing her words, but he managed a smile as he said, "Thank you for your concern, but...nobody can cure me."

Calista put a hand on his wrist and calmly smiled as she said, "Before this nobody could cure you because you hadn't met me yet."

Her calm attitude somehow convinced Ambrose even without any proof, and he kept staring at her without blinking.

Upon seeing this, Carl quickly took the chance to give Quincy a call.

There was once he got hurt and was picked up by Quincy who happened to be passing by. She didn't just dress his wounds, but also spent the whole night with him. Carl couldn't stop thinking about this young lady and so he would contact her now and then, and treated her like a free toy.

Quincy knew he worked for Jarrett, and reciprocated his feelings, so in this way he became one of Quincy's secret lovers.

When Quincy heard that Calista and Kallum hadn't gone to some vineyard but had gone to the Sinclairs to treat that invalid younger brother, she was furious.

Her heart was full of jealousy - Mr. Kallum was so busy, but for Calista, he took out an entire day of his time to accompany her to the Sinclairs. D*mn it! How did Calista attract the attention of Mr. Kallum?

In between her jealousy and fury, she immediately thought of an evil plan.

"Tell me, if Calista ends up killing Ambrose instead, will Jarrett take revenge against the Staffords?"

Carl had guessed what Quincy

meant to say and he laughed coldly, "No, Calista was brought by Kallum, so she represents the Fairchilds. Even if Jarrett wants to attack the Staffords, I'm around to protect you, so I won't let anybody hurt you. The worst would be to just kill off Calista so that Jarrett isn't angry anymore."

Quincy was happy to hear these words. She smiled wickedly and said, "Then what are you waiting for? That wonderful sister of mine practices traditional medicine, and while I know nothing about medicinal herbs, who would know if you add a little more or a little less of the herbs? Right?" Carl smiled too. "Quincy is so clever."

Nobody knew that Carl had actually switched camps to Jarrett's eldest uncle. Jarrett's first priority was Ambrose, and this had become an opportunity to severely cause damage to Jarrett! Then when Jarrett started fighting with the Fairchilds, they would surely be the ones to benefit!

It was too bad about silly little Quincy - if Calista did anything harmful to Ambrose, Jarrett was definitely going after the Staffords. But she was just stupid, still delicious anyway, even better than those girls in the club with loads more experience.

He told himself to seize this opportunity to blame everything on Calista, and he was sure Kallum would not leave Calista to defend herself either.

Calista was now taking Ambrose's

pulse. She had an idea of what was

wrong with him already, but she

wanted to s see if there was any change in his condition. He was very weak and sickly since the day he was born, so the doctors didn't think he would live past twenty years old with such a naturally poor constitution.

She was the only one who could make him well again.