Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 253

“Phoenix, go get the car!”

Even with Pierce's impressive combat skills, fending off the relentless barrage of crossbow fire on his own was a losing battle.

Their only way out was for him to buy Phoenix enough time to reach the Veneno. Only then would they have a chance at survival.

Phoenix frowned, making a split-second decision. She spun around and sprinted toward the parking lot.

“Stop her!”

The lead assassin barked an order, and a group of men splintered off, chasing after her at full speed.

Pierce's expression darkened. Catching sight of some loose gravel near his boots, he suddenly dropped low to the ground.

The evasive maneuver narrowly dodged an incoming arrow, and in the same fluid motion, his fingers closed around several jagged stones.

As he shot back up, he unleashed a burst of power from his wrist.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

The stones tore through the air like bullets, striking the assassins chasing Phoenix with pinpoint accuracy.

But these men were highly trained. Grunting through the pain, they quickly adjusted their footing and spread out, making it impossible for Pierce to pin them all down.

By then, Phoenix had reached the car. Just as her fingers brushed the door handle, a glint of steel flashed toward her face.

Her eyes widened in shock, and she instinctively threw herself backward. The arrow practically grazed her nose before burying itself into the car window frame. A second later, a flurry of incoming projectiles cut off every possible escape route.

Phoenix took a deep breath, dodging to the side as she grabbed a handful of her long dress.

Riiip—!

Her eyes flashed with deadly intent as she forcefully tore the cumbersome fabric and hurled it forward.

The swirling cloth momentarily obscured the assassins' vision, causing several arrows to fly wide.

Now was her chance.

Moving with the explosive speed of a cornered panther, Phoenix yanked the car door open.

Thud, thud, thud!

Arrows hammered into the reinforced steel of the door with a sickening crunch, but Phoenix had already slipped gracefully into the driver's seat.

Pierce turned to look at her, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Really? If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble.”

“True. The great Reaper of Cloudhaven wouldn't need to use such dirty tricks.” Phoenix sneered, her grip tightening around the steering wheel. “These guys must be Warren's men.”

“Warren?”

“Julian and Phoebe have both been beaten down like stray dogs. And Ian's reputation is entirely destroyed—Warren is even going to publicly disown him just to protect his own position.” Phoenix stared dead ahead, her voice freezing over. “He can't stomach that kind of humiliation.”

Pierce frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. “You seem like you were expecting him to retaliate.”

“Of course. After all, he is my biological father.” The words dripped with chilling irony and self-deprecation. “I just didn't expect him to lose his patience and resort to murder so quickly.”

Her original plan was to spark internal chaos within the Prescott family, shaking Warren's foundation until he grew desperate.

But it seemed Warren cared about his power far more than she had anticipated.

Watching her perfectly composed, almost ruthless profile, Pierce found himself momentarily captivated.

What exactly had she been through to be able to coldly analyze a situation right after escaping a near-death experience? It was as if she could watch the world end without so much as blinking.

“I'm honestly starting to wonder if Warren is really your father,” Pierce said suddenly.