Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 504

"Mr. Osborne, my apologies. I misspoke just now." Quentin forced a flattering smile. "Please forgive my slip of the tongue."

"Tsk..." Emmett leaned back in his chair, slowly shaking his head.

Seeing the once arrogant and untouchable Quentin acting so submissive brought a wave of indescribable satisfaction to his heart.

There was a time when the Quincy family controlled everything, and Emmett had to live in their shadow.

But the tables had turned, and it was finally his turn to crush this old fox under his heel.

"Quentin, being trampled underfoot doesn't feel too good, does it?" Emmett flicked his cigar ash, his tone casual. "But, for old time's sake, I suppose I can lend you a hand."

Quentin's cloudy eyes suddenly burst with a glimmer of light, filled with hope.

As long as he could completely crush Yara this time, the Quincy family could survive and rise again!

When that day came, Emmett, this old bastard, would still have to grovel at his feet like a dog!

"But..." Emmett suddenly narrowed his eyes, a chilling glint piercing through the haze. "I want thirty percent of the Quincy family's assets transferred to my name immediately."

"What?!" Quentin's face drastically changed, his fake smile freezing entirely as he glared in sheer disbelief. "Thirty percent? Are you trying to swallow my family whole, Emmett?!"

Emmett took a deep drag of his cigar, blowing out a thick cloud of smoke before speaking leisurely. "You can refuse. But our partnership ends here."

All the color drained from Quentin's face.

Thirty percent would essentially carve out half of his family's remaining empire!

Yara had already devoured most of his assets. If he bled out another chunk to the Osborne family, even if he won against Yara, he'd be left with nothing but an empty shell.

But looking at Highcrest right now, every faction feared Yara like the plague. Aside from this old fox Emmett, no one dared to wade into these muddy waters.

Without his inside support, even if Callum Cross had massive influence abroad, he could never infiltrate Highcrest's ironclad defenses.

"Butler, see our guest out," Emmett ordered coldly.

"Wait!" Quentin barked, gritting his teeth.

His chest heaved violently as an internal war raged within him. Eventually, his tense posture slumped in defeat, and he croaked, "I accept."

"Hahahaha!" Emmett burst into unbridled laughter. "Who would have thought that the once high-and-mighty Quentin Quincy would be reduced to such a pathetic state!"

Cutting his laughter short, he pinned Quentin with a gaze as sharp as a blade. "Do you think I can't read your mind? Once you catch your breath and crush Yara, I'll be the very first person you try to tear apart! So, this thirty percent is my insurance policy."

Saying that, she pushed a thick, sealed document envelope toward Phoenix.

Phoenix's gaze swept over the heavily secured file, feeling a hint of surprise. "This is..."

"Open it and see."

Phoenix broke the seal as instructed and pulled out the papers inside.

When her eyes landed on the bold, striking words 'The Sovereign Asset Transfer Agreement' at the top, she froze completely, her head snapping up. "Yara, what is the meaning of this?"

Yara lifted the clay teapot, pouring herself a cup of clear tea. Amidst the rising steam, her voice carried the profound relief of a massive burden being lifted. "Phoenix, I'm old. The deceit, the betrayals, and the cutthroat battles of the business world... I lost my youthful passion and edge for them a long time ago."

"But you're different. You're young, capable, and ambitious. So... I plan to hand over every single asset and network of connections under my name entirely to you."

"!!"

Phoenix's pupils shrank, staring at the composed woman in sheer shock.

The wealth and resources in Yara's hands were so vast that calling them 'terrifying' was an understatement.