Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 434

Jasper remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a bitter laugh. "The Rightful Heiress... truly has an eye for talent. Miss Prescott, your words hit the mark perfectly. Even though you were personally chosen by her, it's been so many years. Her authority within the family is like a candle in the wind, heavily doubted by everyone."

"Duncan has been biding his time, struggling to find a legitimate excuse to seize power."

"And your arrival handed him the perfect blade. As long as he can prove tonight that the Heiress is 'blind and losing her touch', he can easily abolish you as the successor and completely take over the St. Claire family."

Phoenix and Pierce exchanged a knowing glance.

Duncan's calculations were clever, but his methods were entirely too petty, actually hoping to force them into a retreat with such low-level humiliation tactics.

Unfortunately for him, the one thing Phoenix, and Pierce by her side, never lacked—was absolute confidence.

"Jasper, I expect this to be the very last time I am tested." Phoenix raised her hand and patted Jasper lightly on the shoulder. Though the motion was gentle, the weight behind it was staggering. "Like Yara, I value loyalty. But our patience is not something to be squandered."

Jasper's knees gave out, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

The overwhelming aura of absolute authority was far too familiar; for a fleeting moment, he thought he was looking at the once-unstoppable Yara.

"Yes, Miss Prescott!" Jasper's demeanor shifted instantaneously. He looked up at Phoenix with burning devotion, officially changing his title for her. "From this day forward, your humble servant follows only your command!"

The crowd immediately murmured their agreement.

They had long been burning with curiosity about this rumored successor. Excitement rippled through the guests as they flocked behind Duncan, marching grandly toward the hotel's main entrance.

Barrett Lowery blended seamlessly into the crowd, his gaze dark and unreadable. He knew perfectly well what was going on. This wasn't a welcome banquet; it was a stage Duncan built specifically to parade Phoenix around as a joke for the entire elite circle.

As he walked, he caught a flash of red out of the corner of his eye.

The woman wore a fiery crimson gown, blazing like an inferno. She radiated such an overwhelmingly aggressive aura that no one dared step within three feet of her.