Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 441

"Alright, it's a deal!" Jade's eyes burned with a fervent gleam, as if she were already standing at the absolute pinnacle of power, looking down at Phoenix's impending ruin.

"Then please, be our guest. We'd love for Ms. Prescott to play us a piece, so Maestro Nolan can offer some of his invaluable guidance."

Beside her, Nolan let out a barely perceptible sigh, his expression laced with helpless resignation.

It was painfully obvious that the St. Claire family hadn't bothered to run a background check on Phoenix. In just a few moments, this entire crowd was going to be picking their jaws up off the floor.

However, Jade completely misinterpreted the maestro's look, assuming it was a glance of pity directed at Phoenix for her sheer arrogance.

After all, her own performance had just earned the personal praise of this international icon. Who else in this room could claim such an honor?

Absolutely no one!

Phoenix tipped her head back, downing the rest of her red wine in a single gulp, and casually tossed the crystal goblet to the floor.

Crash!

The sharp sound of shattering crystal sliced through the hall as the glass exploded into a thousand glittering shards, reflecting a cold, merciless light.

Staring at the mess on the floor, the guests' hearts skipped a beat. A sudden, absurd premonition washed over them—that Duncan's perfect little scheme was about to shatter just like that goblet.

Phoenix turned around. In her sleek black stilettos and trailing evening gown, she walked toward the center of the stage with absolute composure.

The aura radiating from her was so suffocatingly intense that, even before she touched the keys, the crowd collectively held their breath, terrified of disturbing the lethal silence.

She took a seat at the Steinway Piano with effortless grace.

Just that single, simple movement created a mesmerizing illusion.

It was as if she had been born to become one with the instrument, every breath she took resonating with the sleeping notes within.

Clang—

Phoenix's slender fingers crashed down violently against the black and white keys.

The first chord exploded through the room, freezing the color on everyone's faces and making their pupils dilate. The music was like a giant, invisible hand, violently gripping every heart in the hall.

At first, the melody was a weeping whisper, twisting and turning like a phantom prowling in the dead of night.

But in the blink of an eye, her fingering changed. The notes poured out like a torrential hurricane, fierce and chilling, carrying a destructive momentum that dragged the audience's minds straight to the edge of a jagged cliff!

Within the majestic tempest of the music, a tragic, vivid image materialized before the crowd's eyes.

A woman, burdened by heavy chains, stood completely alone against a howling wind, directly facing the stampede of an army of thousands.

Even backed against the very edge of the abyss, her spine remained unbreakable, her spirit utterly fearless.

An army of thousands could not move her an inch. The only thing in this world that could ever destroy her was herself!

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