Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 397

Draco Enterprises was the hottest new force in the market right now, backed by massive capital and making aggressive moves into the new energy vehicle sector. Hosting this summit meant they were undoubtedly scouting for a heavyweight partner.

"Ms. Landry, clear my schedule for tomorrow. I'm attending this summit personally."

"Right away."

Once the secretary left, Silas leaned back in his chair, a ruthless gleam flashing in his eyes.

Pierce, you thought you could cut off my lifelines? Then I'll make you watch closely. I won't just bring the Sterling Group back from the dead; I'll elevate it to heights you never reached!

As long as he could board the Draco Enterprises ship, the company's cash flow would be revived. With the Sterling Group's industry foundation and the patents they held, Draco Enterprises had no reason to refuse him.

Night fell over Starlight Heights.

The moment she stepped back into this small, private haven, Phoenix's tight nerves finally relaxed.

She dropped onto the soft sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. She realized belatedly that compared to the massive, empty Prescott Estate that was now entirely hers, she much preferred the tranquility here.

Only here could she drop her defenses and peel off her disguises.

She slowly closed her eyes, soaking in the rare peace.

Suddenly, a pair of slightly cool hands pressed against her forehead, the thumbs massaging her temples with the perfect amount of pressure.

Phoenix's lips curved upward; she didn't even bother opening her eyes. The crisp, woody scent lingering in the air, combined with that familiar, restrained touch—who else could it be but him?

The man's movements were incredibly gentle, as if handling fragile glass.

But his good behavior didn't last long.

Those long fingers slowly drifted off course, trailing softly down her cheek, brushing past her nose, tracing the line of her lips, and trailing downward. They lingered seductively over her collarbone, hinting at further exploration.

Phoenix swiftly raised her hand, accurately catching his wandering wrist.

"Pierce, if you're giving a massage, then stick to the massage. Where do you think your hands are going?" She opened her eyes, meeting Pierce's deep gaze, which was swimming with dark fire and mischievous intent.

Pierce smoothly turned his hand to hold hers, his tone laced with a justified sigh. "How is this my fault? You look entirely too tempting lying here, like a perfectly ripe peach. It makes a man want to take a bite."

"Alright, go get the door. It might be an emergency." Phoenix pulled back, panting slightly. She smoothed out her rumpled collar and dropped a soothing kiss on Pierce's tense forehead.

Pierce inhaled sharply, forcing down the burning heat in his chest. His face dark, he strode over and yanked the door open.

The moment the door opened, both he and the visitors froze. Lewis and Quinn Yardley stood outside, looking extremely anxious.

"Um... is Miss Prescott here?" Lewis asked, forcing a stiff laugh.

The man standing in the doorway looked absolutely murderous. That dark gaze was practically lethal. If he hadn't double-checked the address with Macy Monroe beforehand, Lewis would have grabbed his sister and bolted by now.

"Lewis?" Phoenix walked over, looking over Pierce's shoulder. The moment she spotted the girl standing next to him, her eyes lit up with surprise. "Quinn? You're awake!"

"Miss Prescott, it's all thanks to you and The Azure Healer. Otherwise, I would have spent the rest of my life trapped in a hospital bed like a living corpse," Quinn said, her eyes red, her voice thick with overflowing gratitude.

"Miss Prescott, we came over so suddenly today to properly thank you." Lewis looked solemn, his tone sincere and absolute. "We have nothing to our names but our own lives. From today on, we owe you everything."

With that, he pulled his sister down, and they both bowed deeply to Phoenix.