Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 445

Bringing a casket to a welcome banquet? This wasn't just a provocation; it was a blatant curse and a declaration of total war!

Pierce's eyes turned lethal, his killing intent surging violently. Just as he was about to move, Phoenix gently pressed a hand against his wrist.

"Hold on," Phoenix soothed him with a glance, murmuring, "Let's see what else she has planned."

She narrowed her eyes, studying Isabella with a relaxed, amused expression.

Thud!

The heavy casket slammed onto the marble floor with a muffled thud, making everyone's hearts skip a beat.

"Ms. Prescott, it's crafted from the finest premium oak, handmade by a master," Isabella said, her chin lifted in arrogant superiority. "I hope it meets your standards?"

Faced with such a vicious insult, Phoenix didn't look angry in the slightest. Instead, she walked a slow circle around the casket, clicking her tongue in admiration. "You really went all out, Miss Sinclair. Honestly, I completely understand what you're going through. After having amnesia for all those years, you finally remember your past, only to be hit with the news of your biological daughter's death. Anyone would be losing their mind."

Isabella's pupils violently contracted. Her fabricated indifference shattered instantly, and a venomous, hateful glare shot from her eyes.

Phoenix acted completely oblivious to her murderous intent. She patted the cold wood of the casket and sighed. "Such premium material, and instead of saving it for your poor daughter, you went through all the trouble of hauling it here just for me. Your deep affection for me is truly moving, Miss Sinclair."

"Since that's the case, I will gladly accept your kind gesture."

The room fell dead silent.

Everyone was completely stunned by Phoenix's unorthodox reaction.

Not only was she entirely unbothered by receiving a casket, she happily accepted it—and then weaponized every single word to relentlessly pour salt onto Isabella's deepest, most agonizing wound!

What kind of terrifying psychological fortitude was this?!

Isabella trembled with rage, her chest heaving violently.

She ground her teeth together, took a deep breath, and forced out a twisted, chilling smile. "I'm glad you like it, Ms. Prescott."

"After all, the waters in Highcrest are deep, unlike that small-town pond of Cloudhaven. Danger hides in every corner here. You never know... you might just find yourself lying inside it one of these days."

It was a completely unmasked death threat.

Phoenix simply let out a light laugh and shook her head in pity. "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I'm a survivor. I probably won't have the luxury of using such a fine casket."

"Because—"

She suddenly raised her hand and shoved the heavy lid off the casket.

Thud!

In that exact split second, a dark silhouette flew through the entrance like a discarded rag doll, crashing perfectly into the open casket.

Everyone in the room knew Ace was her lapdog. But if she dared to admit it now, the charge of plotting an assassination would instantly be pinned on the Quincy family.

According to her original plan, Ace was supposed to be hiding in the shadows with elite assassins.

The moment Phoenix was provoked by the casket and dared to lay a single finger on her, the assassins would have opened fire, executing Phoenix on the spot.

But now, Ace was a corpse tossed into the casket, meaning the lethal trap she had laid in the dark had been entirely uprooted by Phoenix without making a sound!

The "grand gift" she had meticulously prepared ended up holding the corpse of her own man.

The whole thing had become an absolute joke.

"Phoenix, you are ruthless." Isabella closed her eyes, her nails digging fiercely into her palms.

She had vastly underestimated this woman's cunning and brutality. Not only had Phoenix seen through her death trap, but she had also flipped the board and delivered a fatal counterattack.

This reversal didn't just humiliate Isabella; it stripped away her dignity and crushed it beneath Phoenix's heel.

"Look at that, Miss Sinclair. I told you I wouldn't have the luxury of using this casket." Phoenix sighed softly and waved her hand. "Somebody get this bloody, cursed thing out of here. Burn the box and the body to ash."

As soon as she spoke, two columns of highly trained men in black suits flooded into the hall from the entrance.