Her Rebirth of Retribution

The striking woman, Seraphina Bushwick, furrowed her brows. "Don't you see there's already a woman by his side? Besides, all the women who've approached him have been turned away. I'm afraid you might not stand a chance."

Sophia puffed out her chest and retorted, "You're really not well-informed. That woman is his godsister."

"I don't think so." Seraphina prided herself on being a good judge of character. When Kallum looked at Calista, his gaze was not that of a brother looking at his sister. Instead, it was as if she was the only person in the world, and everything else was inconsequential. Sophia huffed, "Even if she isn't, so what? I come from a prestigious family, and I'm far more voluptuous than her. I have more experience too. Does she even know how to please a man? Charlie once told me that women from Chanaea are quite boring in bed. Just you watch, I'll definitely outshine her!" After she finished speaking, she adjusted her jewelry and hair, picked up a glass of red wine, and walked toward Kallum.

Calista was feeling overwhelmed. Even though there were four people trailing behind Kallum, they could only assist Kallum in warding off those with ill intentions. When it came to fending off alcohol and women, they were of no help.

Luckily, there weren't many women of status here. Instead, there were many high-ranking rulers from Corleon. They made excellent partners for collaboration. Perhaps with just a few words exchanged, both parties could reap tremendous benefits, so why not? Quite a few individuals had traveled here by plane, perhaps harboring various intentions, or perhaps they simply wanted to see what this young head of the Fairchild family looked like, and whether he was easy to get along with.

At that moment, a woman pushed her way through.

"Hello, Mr. Kallum. I wonder if I could have the honor of sharing a drink with you?"

Upon hearing a female voice, Calista immediately became cautious, wanting to forbid the other woman from approaching Kallum. However, the one who came this time wasn't just any ordinary socialite. Calista had a bit of an impression of her- she was the daughter of the King of Steel in Corleon, a woman of such charm that with a mere crook of her finger, she could have a crowd of men falling at her feet.

"My name is Sophia. Don't you want to chat with me?" Sophia asked, raising an eyebrow subtly at Kallum.

Her features were exceptionally delicate, and from her bold red lips to her curvaceous figure, every aspect of her exuded a seductive allure. Usually, a little initiative on her part was enough to win over anyone she desired, causing them to fall under her spell. Therefore, it was only natural that she had her sights set on Kallum this time.

If it were anyone else, Kallum would have felt the desire to engage in conversation. After all, he was a businessman, and he always had a bit more patience for those he found useful. But for a socialite like Sophia... he found her distasteful.

Upon seeing Kallum glance at her before immediately shifting his attention elsewhere, the smile on Sophia's face froze. Before she could say anything else, Kallum had already taken Calista's hand and led her away.

Ever since she began attending banquets at the age of twelve, Sophia had never experienced such a cold reception. A flash of defiance sparked in her eyes, and she chased after Kallum.

"Mr. Kallum, my father has been wanting to penetrate the market in Chanaea and has been looking for a partner. I wonder if you have any-"

"Ms. Sophia." Seeing that Kallum was becoming impatient, Calista decided she had to intervene to prevent him from offending Sophia. With a smile, she said, "Mr. Kallum already has a female companion for tonight." Naturally, Sophia understood the double entendre in those words.

"You?" She scrutinized Calista with a critical eye before revealing a flirtatious smile. "Little girl, you seem so frail. Mr. Kallum appears to be quite vigorous in that department. Are you sure you can handle him all by yourself?"

Calista rarely encountered such fiery women. Feeling unsure, she asked, "What do you mean?"

Sophia hooked her arm around

Calista's neck, teasingly blowing a breath against it. "In your country, there's a phrase called 'the more the merrier, no? I don't mind sharing and can teach you a lot. Want to give it a try?"

Seeing Sophia's somewhat flirtatious gaze toward Calista, Kallum feared that this woman might not have qualms with sleeping with the fairer gender, so he quickly pulled Calista behind him. "You should consider switching to a stronger perfume when you go out in the future."

A flash of disgust crossed his eyes, and his lips curled up in a mocking smile.

Unfortunately, Sophia didn't quite catch on, still basking in the joy of Kallum actually responding to her. Without thinking, she replied, "You don't like a lighter scent?"

"That's not it."Kallum scoffed,

scrutinizing her with a discerning

gaze. "I'm just worried that a mild fragrance wouldn't be enough to mask your scent. Could you please

stay away from me? You're stinking the air around me!"

After saying that, he didn't bother to check how Sophia reacted; he just took Calista's hand and left.

Calista shook her head. "You really do have a sharp tongue..."

She had merely expressed a simple complaint, feeling that Sophia didn't seem too bad and that his words shouldn't be so hurtful. However, Kallum took it in an entirely different way. Back when he despised Calista, he had spewed words far more vicious than this. If what he said truly hurt her... then... would she hold a grudge against him?

He shot a guilty glance at Calista, wanting to ask yet afraid to do so. What if his question reminded her of a grudge she had forgotten? What would he do then? Seeing Kallum frown, Calista thought she might have spoken too harshly.

"All right, don't overthink it. After all... that's just your nature."

As she spoke, she tried to pull Kallum forward, but the man simply wouldn't budge.