The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel 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.