Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 373

Phoenix ignored his frantic barking and locked her gaze onto Mavis, who was still sitting in the center seat.

Her eyes were devoid of any warmth. Being stared down by those eyes sent a chill racing down Mavis's spine. Like prey cornered by an apex predator, her legs trembled involuntarily.

"How much longer do you plan to sit there?"

"Hah... if you want it so badly, it's yours." Mavis forced herself to stand, her strained smile laced with sarcasm. "I just wonder what title you'll use to actually claim that seat."

Phoenix chuckled softly and sat down with unhurried grace. Resting her chin on her hand, her posture was relaxed yet radiated the oppressive authority of a true leader, like a queen finally ascending her throne.

Yolanda took a step to stand firmly by her side, her sharp gaze sweeping the room like a royal guard on patrol, intimidating any dissenters.

"Peyton, tell them who I am."

Peyton took a deep breath, holding a document high as her voice rang through the boardroom. "Phoenix Prescott holds a fifty-one percent absolute controlling stake in Lumina Jewelry! She is the sole and ultimate authority of this company!"

"What?!"

The entire boardroom exploded into chaos.

"Absolute control? You've got to be kidding me!"

"Impossible! How could there be no wind of such a massive equity transfer in the registry?"

The shareholders looked at each other in shock, their frantic whispers threatening to tear the roof off.

Mavis dug her nails into her palms, her eyes swirling with panic and malice.

She had gone to such great lengths to set this trap. If Phoenix was truly the largest shareholder, then her entire dramatic power grab just now was nothing more than a humiliating farce.

"Everyone, look at the screen." Peyton tapped the keyboard efficiently, projecting a document stamped with a bright red official seal. "This is an irrevocable agreement, notarized by a top-tier legal team the day Meredith founded the company."

"No... I-I didn't mean that." The older man broke out in a cold sweat, stammering as he swallowed his objection. Having navigated the corporate world for decades, he was utterly suppressed by a young woman's aura, lacking even the courage to meet her eyes.

"You all seem to be mistaken about something." Phoenix leaned forward slightly, her icy tone striking a nerve in everyone present. "What I just gave was a notification, not a negotiation. If anyone has an objection, you can sell your shares and get the hell out of Lumina right now."

Dead silence filled the boardroom.

Phoenix slowly stood up and approached Mavis, her lowered voice dripping with lethal intent. "I wasn't going to bother crushing a bug like you. But you made a fatal mistake by touching my people."

Mavis's pupils contracted violently. She stumbled back half a step, her face ashen.

"Furthermore." Phoenix didn't even spare a glance at the others. "I suspect the former General Manager, Lyle Foster, of embezzlement and selling corporate secrets. Peyton, have the legal department call the police immediately and file criminal charges."

"Understood!" Peyton responded loudly, feeling the suffocating frustration finally lift from her chest. The arrogant bastards from earlier were now looking like they were at a funeral.

"Ms. Prescott! I was wrong! Please have mercy!" Lyle's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor, crying and begging frantically. "I'm a founding member who fought alongside Meredith! If you send me to prison, it will break her heart!"