Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 225

"Mrs. Prescott, my Merry and Phoenix are close friends. I just wanted to chat with her about Merry's updates. That's fine, right?" Cora chimed in, offering Vanessa a way out while subtly protecting Phoenix.

Vanessa kept her face rigid and reluctantly nodded.

"Come, Phoenix. Sit next to me," Cora warmly pulled Phoenix down to sit.

Just then, a sinister chuckle drifted from the corner. Barrett Lowery played with his lighter and announced, "I heard the second Ms. Prescott is an excellent pianist. Since everyone is here, why not play a song to liven up the mood?"

Phoebe's eyes lit up, glancing at Barrett in surprise. Was this guy... handing her a perfect opportunity?

Vanessa immediately picked up the thread, regaining her poised posture. "That's right. Our Phoebe has received top-tier elite education since childhood. She excels in all arts, especially the piano, where she's received guidance from master instructors."

She looked at Phoebe with desperate hints in her eyes. "Phoebe, since everyone is interested, why don't you show us? It will also open certain people's eyes to what true elegance looks like."

The phrase "certain people" intentionally drifted toward Phoenix.

Phoenix sneered internally. So this was the trap they set for her. How pathetic.

At that moment, a cold smile tugged at the corner of Phoebe's mouth.

She was going to use her talent to completely crush Phoenix and prove to everyone—especially Cora and Lucinda—who the truly valuable Prescott heiress was!

"Of course, Mom." Phoebe stood up gracefully, lifting the hem of her dress as she walked toward the piano.

To awe the crowd, she intentionally picked an incredibly difficult piece—Maestro Nolan's famous "The Abyss."

Phoebe stood up and took a bow, soaking in the momentary vanity. She shot a provocative look at Phoenix, her eyes dripping with superiority.

"Phoenix, the mood of 'The Abyss' is profoundly deep. It tells the story of finding salvation in the dark. Considering you spent four years in that place, you should relate to that abyssal despair perfectly, shouldn't you?"

She paused, feigning a sigh of pity. "It's a shame there probably wasn't a piano in prison. Your hands must be so out of practice. I wonder if you even understood the meaning behind this music?"

As soon as those words fell, the relatively harmonious atmosphere instantly froze.

This was a naked, malicious attack!

Cora frowned deeply, just about to speak up to defuse the situation, when she saw Phoenix gently set down her red wine glass.