Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 503

"I will." Zoe smiled through her tears, turning her gaze to Caleb. The eyes that were once filled with defensiveness and distance now held only hope for the future, and deep, profound love.

She had given her heart to the wrong person before, but after all the twists and turns, it had finally landed in the hands of the right man.

"Macy, Merry, let's go."

With her blatant display of dominance just now, whatever happened next would fall naturally into place.

"Phoenix!"

Vanessa stood up abruptly, calling out with a trembling voice.

Phoenix paused, turning her head with a placid gaze. "Vanessa, since you can't go back, try looking forward."

With that, she didn't linger for even a second, leading her two friends straight out the doors of the Vaughan estate.

Vanessa stood frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time. Look forward... was she actually showing concern?

Stepping out of the mansion and breathing in the fresh air, Phoenix stretched lazily. "I casually played matchmaker today. I guess I've racked up some good karma."

"Phoenix, do you need me to funnel some tangible resources over to the Prescott Group?" Macy Monroe asked softly from the side.

"No need." Phoenix shook her head, her expression indifferent. "My little show today is enough to stabilize the Prescott Group. Caleb knows exactly how to pave the rest of the road."

"After all, he used to be the pride and joy of the Prescott family. If he can't weather a storm this small, then the Prescott Group... doesn't deserve to exist anyway."

Just as she spoke, the phone in Phoenix's pocket buzzed.

Glancing at the screen, she saw it was Pierce Sterling calling.

"I heard you were playing matchmaker in Cloudhaven?" As soon as the call connected, Pierce's deep, resonant voice flowed through, laced with faint amusement. "You sure had your fun, while your poor husband is practically terminal with lovesickness."

"Oh, spare me!" Phoenix rolled her eyes, though the corners of her lips curled up instinctively. "Alright, I'll book a flight back right now."

"Hahaha, you could actually stay in Cloudhaven for a few more days..."

"Great, I'll stay for three more days then."

Dead silence fell over the other end of the line.

Pierce was merely being polite, never expecting Phoenix to call his bluff.

There was a time when he had to bow and scrape before this very man, keeping his head down to survive.

But now... the tables had turned, and it was finally time to swap their roles as master and servant.

"Emmett, as long as you do as I say, we can definitely make Yara St. Claire pay dearly this time!" Quentin's eyes burned with vicious intent, leaning forward in excitement. "It's a high-risk play, but the payoff will be astronomical. I..."

"What did you just call me?" Emmett flicked his cigar ash, coldly interrupting him out of nowhere.

Quentin's voice caught in his throat. His expression froze, and he looked at him in shock. "I called you Emmett..."

"Hm?" Emmett paused his cigar-holding hand, his narrow eyes squinting as he made no effort to hide his disdain and mockery. "Quentin, you don't still think of yourself as the almighty head of the Quincy Family, do you? Let's not forget, your glorious estate is nothing but a pile of shattered bricks and rubble now."

Quentin's pupils shrank violently, his hands clenching so hard at his sides that his knuckles turned a stifled, ghostly white.

He bit his back teeth, humiliation boiling in his chest.

Emmett, this opportunistic bastard, was clearly rubbing salt in his wounds now that he had lost his power.

But in order to completely crush Yara, even if he had to grovel like a dog right now, he had to swallow this vile humiliation!