Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 249

"No... no, that's not true!"

Ian's expression turned frantic, desperately trying to deny the suffocating reality. "It was Phoenix! She clearly had all that talent, but she acted like a pathetic loser! If she had just told me she was a genius, I never would have treated her that way!"

Rowena pressed against her throbbing temples, entirely speechless at the man's profound stupidity.

Even now, Ian couldn't admit that his own arrogance and ignorance were the root cause of his total destruction.

"You're hopeless," Rowena said, her voice freezing over. "From now on, do not ever show your face in front of me again. Or else... I'll make sure you regret it."

Without another word, she turned and walked away. Her retreating figure was absolute and devoid of any hesitation.

Ian stared after her. He stumbled forward a step, wanting to chase her, but ultimately stopped dead in his tracks. He knew Rowena's temper too well; once she made a decision, there was no turning back.

Was he really finished just like that?

No, he wasn't done yet. He still had his face.

Once he recovered, he could use his good looks to seduce wealthy women.

Even if his career was dead, as long as they lusted after his body, they would pay his bills.

Just then, several large shadows descended over him. A group of violent, rough-looking men blocked his path.

"You're Ian?" Scarface Jax narrowed his eyes, sizing him up with the cold gaze of a venomous snake.

Ian jumped, terrified by the murderous look. Glancing at the thugs cracking their knuckles behind the leader, his survival instincts flared, and he spun around to run.

"Grab him!"

At the command, the men lunged like starving wolves, instantly pinning Ian hard against the concrete.

"I don't know you! Let me go!" Ian thrashed wildly, but against their overwhelming numbers, his struggles were completely futile.

Hidden in the shadows a short distance away, Pierce watched the scene unfold, a cold smirk playing on his lips. He casually raised his phone and hit record.

Beside him, Yancy looked totally bewildered. *Since when did the boss become a gossip hound filming street fights?*

"Penny... what are you doing here?"

"I told you I'd make you wish you were dead." Penelope stared down at him, her gaze as hollow as if she were looking at a pile of garbage. "I was a lovestruck fool, Ian, but I'm not stupid. If you dare to betray and manipulate me, you better be ready to pay the price."

She slowly crouched down, her manicured fingers gripping his chin with utter revulsion. "Look at you now. So ugly. I must have been blind to ever want a piece of trash like you."

"Penny, listen to me, I know I was wrong! Please give me one more chance, I'll change! I swear I'll only love you from now on!" Ian forced out a smile more pathetic than crying, desperately clinging to his final lifeline.

As long as Penelope forgave him, he could still live in luxury even if he left the industry. The Prescott family would definitely open their doors to him again.

Penelope simply shook her head. She stood back up, the last trace of warmth completely vanishing from her eyes.

"You really don't understand the reality of your situation, do you?"

"What...?"

"Do it. Destroy that face he's so proud of."