Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 334

"It was you!!"

Lewis suddenly spun around, his finger thrusting forward like a drawn sword, pointing directly at Phoebe!

Phoebe's triumphant smile instantly froze on her face. Her pupils dilated in shock, and her mind went entirely blank—Lewis was turning on her?!

"You were the one driving recklessly! You killed my sister!!" Lewis's eyes were bloodshot, his furious roar booming through the plaza. "After the crash, to escape the consequences, you manipulated your parents! You used every connection you had to force Phoenix to take the fall!"

"You are pure, unadulterated evil!!"

The plaza erupted. A dead silence hung for a split second before a massive wave of gasps and shocked screams washed over the crowd.

Everyone had been holding their breath, waiting to see Phoenix nailed to the cross.

But now, the boomerang had spun back around, slamming directly into the mastermind behind it all—Phoebe.

[What the hell is going on?! Why is Lewis saying Phoebe did it?!]

[Oh my god! The biggest plot twist of the year! This is insane!]

[This is actually terrifying. It looks like this whole thing was a set-up just to assassinate Phoenix's character!]

Phoebe dug her nails into her palms, lowering her voice so that every word squeezed through her gritted teeth. "Lewis, have you lost your mind? Do you... do you want to see your sister die a second time?"

Lewis completely ignored her threat. He turned his back to her, standing perfectly straight as he faced the cameras and the live audience. "I swear to God, every word I just said is the truth. The real killer who hit my sister four years ago was Phoebe Prescott! Phoenix was just a scapegoat, forced by her own family to take the fall for the real murderer!"

"Phoenix is innocent!"

Those three words struck Phoenix's heart like a heavy sledgehammer.

She had carried the title of a murderer for four years. During countless sleepless nights, she had almost been swallowed by the lies, nearly convincing herself that she actually had blood on her hands.

But at this exact moment, Lewis's words acted as a sharp blade, violently shredding the dark veil that had suffocated her for so long.

In the CEO's office of the Prescott Group.

"That bastard! How dare he double-cross me!" Warren slammed his fist onto his desk, rattling his coffee mug. "Tell the men to take Quinn out."

However, his assistant's trembling voice responded through the line. "Mr. Prescott, there's a problem. The safe house was breached by an unknown group. Quinn... she was rescued."

"What?!"

Warren froze, then slumped back into his executive chair, his face a mask of total disbelief.

"How is this possible?! Our plan was flawless. How did this slip out of our control?"

"Hahahaha!" Beside him, Barrett Lowery suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. It was the thrill of a hunter witnessing true prey. "So that's how it is! Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant! Mr. Prescott, you lost this round. You lost completely."

The crowd's attention snapped upward instantly.

On the massive monitor, security footage played in crystal clarity: a bright yellow supercar speeding wildly through a red light.

In that exact second, a scooter was crossing the street. The brake lights should have flashed, but instead of slowing down, the car's hood dipped and surged forward—the unmistakable motion of a driver flooring the gas to accelerate into the impact!

A sickening thud seemed to echo out of the screen. The scooter and its rider were launched violently into the air.

Dead silence fell over the plaza, immediately followed by the sharp sound of thousands of people inhaling sharply.

That wasn't a traffic accident. That was premeditated murder!

Everyone understood what that sudden acceleration meant. If a crash was unavoidable, the driver chose to kill the victim, because a dead body is much easier to deal with than a severely injured survivor.

The moment that realization hit, it sent chills down their spines.

She was worse than an animal!

The video paused. Using advanced tech, the footage of the driver's seat zoomed in frame by frame.

The terrified, yet vicious face staring back through the windshield... was undeniably Phoebe Prescott.