Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 38

"Ah!!!"

Cassandra completely lost it!

With both cheeks swollen and her hair a mess, all traces of her high-society elegance were gone. She screamed, crying and covering her face. "You bitch! Phoenix, you ex-con bitch! Who gave you the right to hit me?! The Lucas family will not let you get away with this!"

Her venomous voice pierced the air.

Phoenix didn't even glance at her pathetic state, as if she were just brushing away a piece of annoying trash.

She crossed her arms casually, her posture even carrying a hint of dominant laziness. Her freezing eyes swept accurately through the crowd, landing on the members of the Lucas family.

"Is everyone in the Lucas family..." she began, her voice not loud, but exceptionally clear and steady, laced with bone-chilling frost. "...dead?"

Her cold tone held zero inflection, yet every word stabbed like an ice pick.

"Do I have to discipline her for you? Or..." Her gaze slowly dropped back to the pathetic Cassandra on the floor, the corners of her lips pulling up into a completely temperatureless, terrifying sneer. "Do you want to watch this supposed noble lady, who is actually stupid beyond belief, use her ignorance and malice..."

Her voice dropped sharply, like cold iron scraping against glass. "...to completely strip the Lucas family of its last shred of dignity right here in public?!"

"Ms. Prescott!!!" Nathaniel Lucas—Cassandra's father—charged out of the crowd, his face ashen, nearly tripping over himself!

He tried desperately to maintain his dignity, his voice trembling with fury and a faint trace of fear. "Our Lucas family brought a gift in good faith! Yet you viciously assaulted my daughter?! The Prescott family must give us an explanation for this! A massive explanation!!"

He pointed a shaking finger at Phoenix, utterly exasperated.

"An explanation?" Phoenix sounded as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke, letting out a short, cold laugh.

She snapped her eyes up, her gaze like a newly forged dagger. With naked sharpness and undisguised disdain, she swept her eyes over every single guest in the room!

"I am sure everyone here has heard the rumors that I went to prison!" Her voice boomed like a bell, so candid there wasn't a hint of hesitation or concealment! She stated it as fact, as simply as commenting on the weather!

Her voice abruptly carried the murderous intent of a battlefield. "You slapped the Prescott family's century-old legacy! You trampled on our pride!"

You could hear a pin drop in the hall! Everyone was terrified by the physical weight of her authority! Nathaniel's face went dead pale, his lips trembling, but he couldn't form a single word of rebuttal!

Phoenix took a step forward. Her invisible bloodlust seemed to morph into physical pressure, forcing Cassandra to stumble back, shaking like a leaf!

The shrieking brat from moments ago was now consumed by absolute terror!

Phoenix's icy gaze dug into Cassandra's soul like barbed hooks.

"I did go to prison, but so what?" Her voice was airy, yet colder than thousand-year-old ice. "My past is not something a jumping clown like you has the right to judge!"

She leaned in slightly. Those bottomless eyes locked onto Cassandra's dilated, terrified pupils without a shred of emotion. A brutal, suffocating aura, forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood straight from hell, spread out like thick fog.

"Do you think you are worthy of teaching me a lesson?"