Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 508

"Quentin hijacked our cargo?"

Listening to Pierce's report, Phoenix furrowed her brows, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. "Has he lost his mind? He actually dared to touch our goods?"

"Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare move on our assets alone." Pierce looked somber. "But he secretly colluded with an overseas syndicate. The other party is no small fry; they are extremely powerful."

For Pierce to use the phrase 'extremely powerful,' it was clear the enemy was ruthless.

Phoenix took a deep breath, suppressing her surging fury.

"What else?" She knew Quentin too well. Since that old fox made a move, this couldn't be his only play.

"Our factories, along with various battery assembly lines... have all been rigged with High-Yield Explosives."

Phoenix's gaze instantly turned freezing cold, her knuckles turning white from her tight grip. "Quentin has completely lost it! He wants mutual destruction?"

Rigging factories with explosives was utterly vile. Once he crossed the line of national security, even if he won this round, he would never have a place in Highcrest again.

Losing cargo at sea was just a financial hit.

But if the assembly lines were destroyed, it would be a crippling blow.

"I'm afraid he wants to pin this entirely on the Osborne family." Pierce scoffed, his tone mocking. "This old bastard smuggled those mercenaries in under the Osborne family's banner. Once the explosives detonate, the Osborne family will take the brunt of the fallout. Quentin can wash his hands completely clean and, at worst, take a slap on the wrist for failing to report it."

"With his connections, clearing a minor charge like that would be a breeze."

Phoenix rubbed her aching temples.

She had thought the storm was over, but Quentin's dying counterattack had prepared quite the 'grand gift' for her.

"What are Quentin's demands?"

"A negotiation." Pierce said darkly. "He specifically named you and Yara for a face-to-face."

Phoenix narrowed her eyes.

It seemed Quentin knew very well that if it truly came down to mutual destruction, he wouldn't gain a single thing either.

"Fine, then we negotiate." A freezing smirk touched her lips. "I'd like to see what other tricks this old bastard has up his sleeve."

The news was relayed to Yara.

Surprisingly, her reaction was as calm as water, as if everything was entirely within her expectations.

"Phoenix, don't worry." Over the phone, Yara's voice was steady and unhurried. "Quentin is just a grasshopper at the end of autumn; he can't make any real waves. But, of course, we must negotiate. I want to see what delusional dreams he's still clinging to at a time like this."