Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 329

Her words hit Warren like a bucket of ice water. The color instantly drained from his face as he remembered the fatal truth: Vanessa had transferred the deed of the entire estate to Phoenix!

Legally speaking, Phoenix's eviction order was flawless.

"What's wrong? Can't find it?" Phoenix scoffed, her eyes brimming with absolute contempt. "That's fine. I have mine right here. As the sole legal owner of this property, I have every right to remove trespassers from my home. Is there a problem?"

Her tone turned glacial. "Or do I need to call the cops to drag you out?"

"Phoenix, there's no need to be this ruthless," Alistair said heavily, taking a deep breath.

"You are the last person on earth who gets to lecture me about being ruthless!" Phoenix's gaze snapped to the old man, sharp as a blade. "I only called you grandfather out of basic human decency."

"But you were the one who publicly severed our ties. Our relationship died the moment you made that announcement. Since you burned the bridge first, what gives you the right to demand mercy now?"

The verbal slap echoed loudly, leaving Alistair completely humiliated.

His chest heaved with rage. He pointed a trembling finger at Phoenix, but no words came out. He had entirely lost the moral high ground.

"Lawrence, clear them out. If I see anyone lingering on my property in three minutes, you're all fired."

"Right away, Ms. Prescott."

Lawrence gestured, and the wall of security guards advanced menacingly.

"Alistair, please. Do not make this harder than it has to be." Lawrence extended his hand in a gesture of dismissal, leaving no room for negotiation.

Alistair glared at the butler. This was a man he had personally elevated, and now Lawrence was just another blade pressed against his throat.

"Warren, Phoebe, we are leaving." Alistair turned away, leaning heavily on his cane, his face clouded with dark fury.

Though seething with rage, Warren and Phoebe knew they had been thoroughly defeated. They had no choice but to follow.

Right before stepping out the gate, the two turned back, shooting Phoenix a look of venomous hatred.

As Arthur passed Pierce, he paused. "Pierce, you are crossing a dangerous line. You should always leave yourself an out... or else your downfall will be incredibly ugly."

Pierce let out a dark chuckle, arrogance radiating from his every pore. "Arthur, we'll just have to wait and see whose downfall is uglier."

The only time Phoenix ever saw Yara genuinely angry was when a guard nearly beat Phoenix to death over a minor infraction. Right before she lost consciousness, Phoenix saw the blazing fury in Yara's eyes. The suffocating, murderous intent made her look like a demon ascending from hell, plunging the entire prison into absolute terror.

When Phoenix finally woke up, that guard was gone. Some said he was fired; others whispered he had gone completely insane and was locked in a psych ward.

From that moment on, a seed of absolute worship took root in Phoenix's heart. She had walked the exact path Yara paved for her, surviving the blood-soaked road of vengeance to stand where she was today.

"What is it?" Pierce asked softly, noticing she had zoned out.

"Nothing." Phoenix snapped back to reality, flashing a quick smile to cover her tracks. "It seems that woman left quite the impression on you."

Pierce nodded. "Everything I've achieved isn't just because of the Sterling family's grooming. It's because I've spent my entire life trying to catch up to that silhouette. My ultimate goal has always been to surpass her."

"Well then, good luck, Pierce. I'm sure you'll pull it off." Phoenix replied with a double meaning, a faint, unreadable glint flashing in her eyes.

Seeing the distinctly mischievous smirk playing on her lips, Pierce tapped his finger against the table. "Why does your encouragement sound like you're mocking me?"

Phoenix shrugged elegantly. "Who knows? Maybe I'll just beat you to the finish line."