Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 446

The man leading them possessed a cold, sharp profile. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes radiated a chilling, lethal aura. Every movement he made carried an elegant ruthlessness, like a refined sociopath.

The man trailing a half-step behind him had a face covered in rugged scars, radiating the brutal aggression of a street enforcer. The contrast between the two was visually striking.

When Pierce saw the two men, his gaze flickered. He turned a helpless look toward Phoenix, his eyes practically accusing her: *If you were going to bring them in, why didn't you give me a heads-up?*

Phoenix turned her head away from the crowd and sneakily winked at him, flashing a mischievous smile.

She knew Pierce's overbearing, protective jealousy all too well.

If she had let him know beforehand that she'd secretly brought in this much backup for her own protection, there was no telling how much of a fuss he would have made, insisting on taking all the danger entirely upon himself.

"Ms. Prescott!"

Eustace and Leo walked up to Phoenix and simultaneously dipped their heads in a profound, unwavering bow of absolute loyalty.

The moment the crowd recognized Eustace, the Highcrest elites felt another crushing blow to their chests.

That was Yara St. Claire's sharpest blade from back in the day!

Not only had that blade returned, but he was publicly bowing to Phoenix. This was an undeniable declaration to the entire Sovereign Circle.

Phoenix Prescott was the absolute, legitimate successor to Yara St. Claire!

Eustace straightened up, exchanging a totally emotionless glance with Leo.

Moving with the precision of synchronized machines, they directed their men to swiftly remove the casket holding the corpse from the premises.

Isabella stood frozen in place. The rage burning in her chest threatened to incinerate every last shred of her sanity, but she had no choice but to forcefully swallow the humiliation.

She had originally intended to use the casket to make a terrifying example of Phoenix, putting her in her place. Instead, Phoenix had manipulated the situation perfectly, stripping Isabella of her dignity.

"Heh... Ms. Prescott, you are good. Very good. Excellent, in fact!" Isabella laughed out of pure fury, repeating the praise three times before spinning around on her heels and storming off without a backward glance.

Though her posture remained rigid, there was no hiding the pathetic embarrassment of her retreat.

As the crowd watched the notorious Harpy make her humiliating exit, the sheer terror they felt could no longer be put into words.

Isabella, who had run rampant and unchecked through the Sovereign Circle for years, had been thoroughly dismantled by Phoenix in their very first encounter, left entirely powerless!

That was Ace, her right-hand man for years, and Phoenix had casually ordered him slaughtered and burned to ash right alongside the expensive oak casket.

What was supposed to be a tension-filled welcome banquet had completely transformed into a dominant solo exhibition of Phoenix establishing her absolute power.

The elites who had held their wine glasses, eagerly expecting a comedy of a "small-town nobody" humiliating herself, now felt a burning sting across their own cheeks.

It was only now that it finally dawned on them.

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