Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 363

"Alistair, don't get worked up. I see exactly what Ethan is—an ungrateful backstabber. He played the submissive son for years just waiting for the right moment to bite us," Warren said, his eyes narrowing like a venomous snake. "Besides, what can a washed-up has-been and his crippled son really accomplish?"

"Exactly!" Wesley scoffed, his face full of disdain. "Caleb used to be a big shot, sure, but now... he's just a cripple stuck in a wheelchair. What's the difference between him and that guy from the Lawson family?"

They mocked them mercilessly, trying to use the most vicious words to break the father and son's spirit and force them into submission.

However, since Ethan and Caleb had dared to step through that door, they had already burned all their bridges.

"Hahaha..." Ethan suddenly threw his head back, letting out a haunting, enraged laugh. "Warren, Wesley... if we're talking about the most useless members of the Prescott family, wouldn't that title belong to you two?"

He abruptly cut off his laughter, his eyes turning razor-sharp. "Warren, you are completely blind! You mistook a rock for a diamond, forced your own biological daughter to turn against the family, and single-handedly buried the Prescott corporate empire!"

"And you, Wesley! What do you actually do besides idle around all day and beg for scraps? Oh, right, you also indulge your two brainless daughters as they make a global mockery of the Prescott name!"

"Shut your mouth, Ethan!"

As if their deepest insecurities had been struck, both Warren and Wesley roared at the same time, their faces turning a dark shade of crimson.

Warren's face, in particular, contorted in fury.

He had bet everything on Phoebe, hoping to use her to break into The Sovereign Circle. Who could have known that Phoenix would be so ruthless? She had completely flipped the table, not only crushing Phoebe but turning the entire Prescott family into the laughingstock of the elite world.

"You're calling me useless? Ethan, get this through your head—I am the head of this family! I am the CEO of the Prescott Group!" Warren barked fiercely, though he couldn't hide the bluff in his eyes. "And you are nothing but a pathetic worm waiting to die alongside your crippled son!"

Ethan shook his head in pity, the mocking curve of his lips deepening. "Warren, Warren... Do you really think you're some mastermind? Did you really think I didn't know exactly whose blood and bones you stepped on to get that CEO title?"

The poisonous plot he thought he had executed flawlessly had been seen through by his older brother the entire time! No wonder... no wonder this brother, who had been depressed for years, suddenly marched back into the company. He was here for revenge!

"Warren... You, you actually played that dirty?" Wesley stumbled backward in terror, looking at Warren as if he were a monster. "I might skim a little off the top from the family, but you... you actually tried to kill your own nephew!"

"It's a lie! You made it all up!" Warren struggled frantically, slapping at Ethan's hands, roaring like a trapped beast. "Where's the proof?! How dare you falsely accuse me with nothing but empty words?! Wait... it was Phoenix! That bitch must be making things up to turn us against each other!"

"Heh, Warren, do you really think everyone is as stupid as you?" Ethan laughed in sheer fury. He turned and took a thick manila envelope from Caleb, raised his arm, and smacked it violently across Warren's face with a loud slap.

The sharp edges of the paper cut Warren's cheekbone, and the documents scattered across the floor.

He dropped to the floor in a panic, frantically flipping through the scattered pages. After just a few glances, his forced composure collapsed like an avalanche, leaving nothing but sheer terror in his eyes.