Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 511

"Oh, Quentin, you shouldn't throw around accusations like that. Why would I ever betray you?" Callum Cross said slowly. He pulled a black detonator remote from his jacket pocket and offered a faint smile. "I promised I'd put on a fireworks show for you, and I always keep my promises."

At the sight of the remote, Quentin's eyes burned with feverish hope. He roared as if grasping at his last lifeline, "Do it! Press it! Blow them to hell!"

"As you wish," Callum said, his lips curling upward as his thumb decisively pressed the red button.

A sharp pop echoed from outside the window immediately after.

Quentin threw his head back and burst into maniacal laughter. He whipped around toward the sound, his face twisting into a savage sneer as he bellowed, "Yara, do you see this?! This is my gift to—"

His voice abruptly died in his throat, as if choked by an invisible hand.

There were no towering flames engulfing the night sky, no collapsing factory buildings.

Instead, brilliant blooms of multicolored fireworks exploded one after another outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the Highcrest skyline as bright as day.

The deranged grin on Quentin's face froze before shattering completely.

Bathed in the romantic glow of the pyrotechnics, he looked like a pathetic clown, his eyes wide with utter bewilderment.

"See that, Quentin? That's the fireworks show I prepared for you."

The moment Callum spoke, the real finale launched into the air.

Boom! Boom! Boom—

Amidst the deafening explosions, the entire city of Highcrest lit up.

Thousands of dazzling trails of light tore through the heavens, cascading like meteor showers and blooming like spring flowers.

For a breathtaking moment, the whole city was awash in radiant color, drawing countless people to stop and gaze in awe at the spectacular display.

Callum stood up slowly, his long strides carrying him straight toward Yara St. Claire.

His gaze swept past the chaos of the room, finally anchoring solely on her. "The reason I left back then was because you rejected me, and I couldn't bear to face you. But all these years... I've never let you go."

He paused, his voice low but laced with an undeniable intensity. "I spent my time overseas building my empire, cultivating my power, all so that one day, I'd earn the right to be the sharpest blade in your hand."

Coming to a halt in front of her, he leaned in slightly, the brilliant fireworks reflecting in his eyes. "So, tell me now... can I be your weapon?"

Yara looked at him in silence.

After a long moment, the corners of her lips curved upward in a faint, knowing smile.

She didn't say a word. Beneath the canopy of silver and gold sparks, she just held his gaze in a quiet, enduring promise.

"Phoenix, this..." Pierce Sterling stood a short distance away, looking utterly dumbfounded.