The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 230

As Natalia walked, she was wracked with anxiety, completely bewildered as to where Magnus had

acquired a Gatling gun. After all, this was England, not the Wild West. If they were to start a full-fledged

shoot-out, wouldn't they be thrown straight into a British prison?

Natalia's concerns were not unfounded. The moment she had left Orange Horizon, Magnus had hastily

called James, "Bring the organization's weapons immediately. Someone wants to propose to my wife!

I'll make sure he has nowhere to run!"

If Callum wanted to marry Magnus’ wife, he wouldn’t get the chance to because Magnus threatened to

level his castle!

James was utterly flabbergasted, unable to comprehend why Magnus would want him to bring

weapons to help him reclaim his wife. What could have happened to provoke Magnus into deploying

the newly-acquired Gatling gun?

However, James observed Magnus' furious expression and wisely decided it was best to keep his

thoughts to himself and agreed readily. Who cared, it was a good chance to test this bad boy's power!

Not only would James bring six Gatling guns, but he'd also bring a dozen planes if Magnus asked,

without any hesitation.

The next morning, James and his men hauled the six Gatling guns to England.

Was all this firepower just to reclaim Natalia? Wouldn't it be easier to sneak into the castle and whisk

Natalia away? Why would they make such a show of force with their prized weapons? Wasn’t this a bit

of an overkill?

But, facing Magnus' dark glare, James kept his opinions to himself. He simply followed Magnus' orders,

directing his men to surround Callum's castle.

Then, James stood behind Magnus, waiting for the castle's owner to come out and face them. The

stage was set for a showdown, wasn't it?

In no time, things started to go as James predicted. Callum, with a scowl even fouler than the one on

Magnus’ face, stepped out of the castle.

Looking at the line of Gatling guns outside his property, Callum finally believed what Rita had told him.

He'd thought Rita had been exaggerating, but it seemed she had actually downplayed the situation.

"Magnus, what the hell are you trying to do?" Callum stood there, hands clasped behind his back, with

an air of disdain, finding Magnus' actions as immature as a petulant child's.

Magnus took a couple of steps forward, meeting Callum's gaze. "I'm here to take my wife home,

Callum. If you're smart, you'll return her to me, or else, don't blame me for being rude."

"Ha," Callum couldn't help but scoff. "Magnus, have you lost your mind? Natalia is no longer your wife.

Today is the day she and I get engaged. If you're here to join the feast, I welcome you with open arms.

But if you're here to cause trouble, well, I won’t go soft on you."

With that, Callum signaled, and a line of well-dressed bodyguards emerged from behind him. These

bodyguards moved with cold, military precision, an aura of lethal intent surrounding them. Each one of

them held a sniper rifle.

Under Callum's command, they were his most trusted aides, ready to execute any order without

hesitation.

Although Magnus brought six Gatling guns, the advantage between long-range and close combat was

unclear. If a fight were to break out, it was uncertain who would come out on top.

But one thing was clear – It would result in a bloodbath.

Magnus looked at the hardened mercenaries and laughed heartily.

"Callum, you're really overestimating yourself. If you dare to make a move, I'll level your castle and

chapel. But I'm only here to bring my wife home. If I can't accomplish this, then, this day next year will

be the anniversary of your death!" Magnus' eyes were filled with a deadly chill, like a demon straight

out of hell.

His love for Natalia was bone-deep, and he wouldn't stand by and watch her marry another man. Not

unless he was dead. No, even if he died, he would want their love to live on. She could never marry

anyone else.

Magnus knew he was horribly selfish, but love was about possession. He could never be

magnanimous.

The thought of Natalia becoming another man's wife made Magnus want to burn the world down! He

loved Natalia with all his heart and soul. He wouldn't tolerate her thinking about another man, nor could

he bear her constant avoidance and escape.

All he wanted was to keep her by his side, forever belonging to him alone.

Facing Magnus' blatant provocation, Callum didn't flinch. So what if Magnus had brought six Gatling

guns? Even if Magnus dared to unleash such destructive weapons in England, the worst that could

happen would be half his castle getting blown up. Callum would never let Natalia return to such a vile

man.

Natalia was so pure and innocent, and how could she bear such a wicked man like Magnus?

Therefore, Callum boldly confronted Magnus. "Humph, do you think I'm scared of you? If you want to

fight, let's not beat around the bush. But let me tell you, even if you win by some fluke, Natalia will

never go back with you. She told me that the person she detests the most in this world is you, a selfish

freak!"

Callum deliberately provoked Magnus, ignoring his threats. The conversation reached a deadlock, with

neither man willing to back down. A showdown seemed inevitable.

"Since you won't let her go, I'll make you pay!"

Magnus was enraged by Callum, especially by his last comment. He felt like he was on the verge of

losing his mind. What kind of spell had this damned Callum cast on his wife? He needed to get her

back as soon as possible!

With that thought, Magnus looked at Callum's face, and the more he looked, the angrier he got. He

waved his hand. "Prepare to fire!"

James immediately got ready. His cold eyes were fixed on Callum. This guy was asking for it!

Seeing Magnus get serious, Callum felt a twinge of fear. He was terrified of jeopardizing the innocent

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"Come on, Magnus, let's have it out just between you and me! You're not hurting anyone else!" Before

Magnus could even respond, Callum lunged at him, throwing a punch that nearly knocked Magnus off

his feet.

Magnus adjusted his stance, biting his lip in annoyance. Callum had the nerve to launch a surprise

attack. How low!

Infuriated, Magnus retaliated with a punch of his own. Callum blocked Magnus' counterstrike, and the

two of them began grappling with each other. They tussled together, leaving James, who was ready to

fire, completely dumbfounded.

What on earth was Magnus doing? Weren't they supposed to be firing their guns? Instead, the two men

were having a childish brawl.