Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 510

As soon as those words fell, the air in the room seemed to freeze. This was blatant daylight robbery.

But Yara simply chuckled, looking at him with undisguised mockery. "After all these years, a leopard truly cannot change its spots. You used my father as a bargaining chip before, and now you're using assembly lines and shipping routes to threaten me... Quentin, can't you come up with some new tricks?"

"Shut up!" Quentin, hit right where it hurt, slammed his hand on the table, his face slightly contorted. "History is written by the victors! As long as I can crush you, the methods don't matter! Now, give me a straight answer—are you going to hand over fifty percent of your assets, or... should I treat you to a spectacular fireworks show?"

As he spoke, he cast a meaningful glance at Callum Cross beside him.

Callum remained completely silent, simply staring at Yara with a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

Quentin thought he had this man figured out, entirely convinced that Callum's hatred for Yara ran bone-deep, and that he was ready to press the detonator at any moment to reduce Highcrest's industrial empire to ashes.

"I refuse." Yara's answer was absolute, without the slightest hesitation.

Quentin's face drastically changed, murderous intent erupting in his eyes. "You dare refuse?! Do you have any idea that once those explosives go off, all your life's work will turn to ash! The wolves circling us will immediately pounce and tear your market share to shreds until nothing is left!"

He leaned forward, planting both hands on the table, and added through fuming breaths. "And your oceanic shipments will instantly become sitting ducks for pirates! Yara, you are choosing a dead end!"

Yara leaned back in her chair, her fingertips tapping a rhythmic beat against the tabletop.

She looked at the explosive Quentin, her gaze mirroring how one might look at a bag of unsalvageable trash.

"Quentin, you've misunderstood one crucial detail." Her voice was as cold as ice. "In this world, the leverage you need to threaten me no longer exists."

"What did you say?" Quentin's heart lurched, an intense wave of unease spreading like poisonous ivy.

He had a sinking feeling that he had somehow missed a fatal link.

"My father was my only weakness. When you used him against me in the past, I had to bow my head." Yara narrowed her eyes, a freezing glint surfacing. "But now... this so-called trump card in your hand is nothing but a complete joke to me."

Nearby, Phoenix's gaze flickered, her eyes subtly shifting to the perpetually silent Callum.

She acutely noticed that the way this man was looking at Yara was far too burning, far too fixated.

That was absolutely not the look of a sworn enemy; rather, it looked like... he was staring at a deeply beloved woman?!

A flash of insight struck Phoenix, and a wildly audacious theory formed in her mind.