Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 487

"Yara, don't forget your father is still infected with a slow-acting, lethal poison!" Quentin gasped for air, clinging desperately to his final lifeline, his voice shaking as he threatened her. "If you don't want him to die, take your people and get out of here immediately! Otherwise... you will never get the antidote!"

But this threat only earned an incredibly contemptuous scoff from Yara.

"Quentin, do you honestly believe that while I was locked up all those years, I just sat there staring at the wall?" She looked down at him from her perch, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes. "The medic synthesized the antidote a long time ago. Using an expired bargaining chip to threaten me—don't you feel like a pathetic clown?"

The last trace of color vanished from Quentin's face.

His only trump card... was useless?

"It's over... it's all over..." His knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground like a puddle of mud, his eyes completely hollow.

Against this woman, any resistance was just adding to the joke.

Even though she had been gone from Highcrest for over a decade, with a single call, all her old loyalists would swarm out and walk through fire for her.

For years, he had tried everything to absorb those factions, only to have doors slammed in his face.

"Quentin, I gave you a chance." Yara's gaze was as cold as a blade. "It's a pity you're so useless. Even if I gave you all the time in the world, you still couldn't kill me."

She paused, her tone turning bone-chilling. "Quentin, the grudges between us end today. Everything you take pride in, your power, your backing, I will crush it all with my own hands."

Yara casually raised her hand and gave a light wave.

Her voice was faint but carried an undeniable, iron-fisted authority: "Flatten this house."

Boom—!

The tank's engine instantly erupted into a deafening roar. Its treads crushed the paving stones as it drove forward like an unstoppable prehistoric beast, bearing down on the Quincy estate.

And that wasn't all. Behind the tank, a fleet of bulldozers, excavators, and steamrollers formed an incoming steel tide.

Yara wasn't joking. She intended to leave not a single blade of grass standing at the Quincy estate!

...

Meanwhile, at the St. Claire estate.

Phoenix listened to Pierce recounting the violent demolition of the Quincy compound, her jaw dropping in shock.

That was Yara for you! Literally driving a tank to tear down a house—with those kind of ruthless tactics, who in Highcrest would dare stand in her way?

Recalling the welcome banquet where Yara had casually summoned a military helicopter with a single sentence, Phoenix knew deeply that Yara's roots in Highcrest were unfathomable.

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