Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 346

Phoenix chuckled softly, shaking her head in mockery. "She is she, and you are you. What's wrong? You're already at the end of the line, and you're still clinging to that pathetic shred of pride?"

Warren swayed heavily, as if his spine had been ripped out. Resentment and humiliation churned violently in his chest. He glared at Phoenix, his chest heaving rapidly for a few moments, before finally taking a deep breath. His legs buckled, and he finally broke, collapsing in total defeat before her.

The moment he hit the floor, he felt the arrogance he had carefully maintained for half his life shatter like glass.

"I was wrong, Phoenix. I apologize..." He lowered his head, forcing the words through his teeth. "Please, leave the Prescott family a way out."

Clap, clap, clap!

Phoenix clapped slowly, her eyes brimming with amusement. "Who would have thought? The high and mighty Warren Prescott, who manipulated everyone's fate, would one day bow so low. I'll make sure to remember this moment. It's not every day you get to see such a spectacular show."

Warren's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, a thick, venomous hatred brewing in his eyes. "So, are you coming back to the company now?"

"I refuse."

"What did you just say?!"

Warren's pupils constricted as he violently sprang up from the floor, his face twisted in pure rage. "Are you messing with me?!"

"I merely said I would 'consider' it." Phoenix leaned back in her chair, a playful smile on her lips. "And I've made up my mind—I'm not coming back."

"I'll kill you!!" His sanity completely incinerated by fury, Warren lunged at her like a rabid beast.

Yet, Phoenix didn't even blink. With a casual flick of her leg, she kicked him and the chair backward, sending him flying across the room.

Before Warren could even scramble to his feet, the bodyguards intervened again, pinning him securely to the floor.

"You're going to pay for your arrogance, Phoenix!" Warren's face was pressed against the hardwood, his features terrifyingly distorted. "You think controlling the Prescott Group makes you a winner? In the eyes of certain people, you're nothing but a dancing clown!"

Phoenix narrowed her eyes slightly, tapping her fingers rhythmically against the wooden table.

After a long pause, she spoke softly. "Phoebe's mother... belongs to the Sovereign Circle, doesn't she?"

The moment those words left her mouth, Warren, who had just been screaming like a maniac, was suddenly silenced as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head.

Phoenix couldn't even be bothered to look at him anymore. She waved the bodyguards off and walked back to the tea table. "Thanks for the tip. But we'll have to see who ends up obliterated in the end."

Warren was practically dragged out the door by the guards, his tailored suit wrinkled into a mess, looking exactly like a miserable, beaten dog.

He had swallowed his pride to beg Phoenix for help today, only to be rejected and have his remaining dignity ground into the dirt.

But he realized with tragic clarity that he was entirely powerless against this rebellious daughter.

Phoenix was too terrifying. Not only had she quietly uncovered Phoebe's true origins, but she had accurately deduced the woman's background from mere scraps of information.

Thinking back to that wild night all those years ago, Warren still felt like he was living a dream—he had actually managed to pluck that untouchable flower.

But when he tried to truly get close to her, he realized with despair that there was an insurmountable chasm between them. To that woman, the so-called head of the Prescott family was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.

The Sovereign Circle. That was the true pinnacle of power in the nation.