Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Phoebe is attacked, again!

Phoebe could not believe that she was being attacked again, at the cafe at that. Had all of her enemies agreed subconsciously that this was the place to come when they were looking for a beating.

When Phoebe got to know the identities of her attacker she did not hesitate to fight back brutally, she had long desired to hit this person. She did not even use her energy and stopped the ghosts from intervening. This was going to be a one on one beat down.

Outside the cafe, grandma Mayfair heard a mixture of screams and vulgar language. Quickly she pushed the door open only for her eyes to fall on a bunch of women harassing Phoebe. Her eyes bulged and she glared fiercely in their direction. She found it ridiculous that a bunch of blind people could dare to attack her precious granddaughter, the Mayfair heiress.

Without caring to identify them, her hands clenched the straps of her bag and she unhesitatingly joined in as well. She raised it as high as she could and swung it compelling it to land on one of the attackers head.

“Ouch!” Emilia let go of Phoebe’s hair and staggered to the side.

She spun around to face her attacker, brandishing her hands but stopped when she saw who it was.

“Old lady Mayfair! Why the hell did you hit my head? I am going to press charges.” She threatened.

Even from a distance, grandma Mayfair could smell the booze on Emilia’s breath. She concluded that Emilia was drunk, it explained her stupid actions otherwise why would she be fighting in public? Either way, drunk or sober it was no excuse for Emilia to attack Phoebe.

“Oh you go ahead you damn weasel, call the cops or do you want me to do it for you? How dare you attack my granddaughter at her work place. Some of you think that the Mayfair’s are toothless tigers since we don’t wield our power recklessly like you Verdemont idiots. You are going to learn the hard way today that you should never wake a sleeping tigress.” Grandma Mayfair pointed at each one of them.

“What can you do? Don’t tell me that you want to engage me in a fight. I don’t want to break your bones old Lady Mayfair, even though this is your granddaughter i am warning you to stay out of this. My fury isn’t towards you but this swindler.” Emilia pointed at Phoebe who was placing an ice pack on her head.

Emilia looked worse than Phoebe, she had a black eye and a few bruises on her arms and legs. Phoebe had even slapped her on the cheek.

“Are you okay.” Rossett asked in a concerned voice only for Phoebe to nod with a smile.

Rosette could not believe that Phoebe was smiling and had stopped her from intervening in the fight as well. She also could not believe that she had just witnessed Emilia Verdermont, the prim and poised elegant woman engaging in what could have easily been a bare knuckle street fight.

Phoebe looked at the other Verdemont women that had escorted Emilia but not participated in the fight. They deserved a beating too, they had been calling out insults during the fight. She walked to the door and closed it, whatever was going to happen to these stupid women was not for the human eyes to see.

“Get them.” Phoebe instructed the ghosts.

They had long been waiting for the opportunity so they leaped into action immediately.

“How dare you attack our Phoebe!” The Saxon spirit slapped Caroline Verdemont.

She was standing on the side, not ready to destroy her fresh manicure when she felt a hard blow on her cheek.

“Aw! What was that?” Her hands raised to her pink hot flushed cheek.

Grandma Mayfair knew that the ghosts were at work. “That’s the wrong one, this one seems to be the leader. In fact whoop them all.” She ordered the ghost.

Without waiting the ghosts began to launch slaps and punches at the women. Connie was the most brutal of the ghosts, one would think it was her they had attacked and not Phoebe.

“Please tell whatever is hitting us that i am pregnant.” Victoria’s hands moved to protect her tummy.

Phoebe stretched her hand forward. “Stop guys that’s enough.”

The Saxon spirit gave Emilia a knock on the head, just like grandma Mayfair, she also assumed that she was the mastermind behind the attack so she had to suffer more.

What they all didn’t understand was the reason for the sudden attack.

“If you make one foolish attempt to attack me then I will instruct my ghosts to do worse. You all have nice faces, it would be a shame to have them permanently maimed.” Phoebe threatened.

All four women stepped away from Phoebe, they gazed at her in horror. They wanted to say more but fear held them back.

Like a boss, Phoebe sat on a chair while the Verdemonts remained on the floor, still terrified by what had just happened to them.

“I thought that i was done with you Verdemonts after Luther died, why are you bothering me?” Phoebe tugged on her earlobe. It was itchy which was irritating her.

Emilia scoffed. “Cut out the pretense, from the moment you stepped into our home things started to go wrong. Now tell us why in the God of Light’s name, my father-in-law included you in his will.”

Confusion enveloped Phoebe, she had no idea about what Emilia was talking about.

Grandma Mayfair was even more perplexed to hear that Luther’s will had been read already. It was just 8.30 in the morning.

“Luther was buried yesterday, by the time we left the funeral dinner guests were still around and most left towards 11 which was quite late so at what time was the will read? The man’s body isn’t even cold yet, you could have waited for a day at least. Why are you all so impatient to rip through everything he worked hard for?” Her horrified eyes roamed about and met Emilia’s dry ones.

“That is hardly important, how we deal with our family affairs is none of your business! This grand daughter of yours manipulated Luther into including her in the will. What we want to know is how much or what he gave her.” Emilia spoke through pursed lips.

The ghosts traded gazes as curiosity engulfed. “Ancestor do you have any idea about what they are yapping about?” Connie asked.

“No idea.” The spirit responded with a shrug.

Phoebe shook head and laughed briefly. “I am certain that this is a misunderstanding. Luther had no reason to include me in his will, i am not a Verdemont. I know nothing of whatever it is that you are claiming.”

Emilia stood up bravely. “So you mean to say that Cornwell and Tucker of T&C law firm have not reached out to you?”

“No, they have no reason to.” Phoebe stated with confidence as it had not happened. “Rosette have i received any messages from T&C?

Rosette shook her head. “Nothing boss.”

Phoebe looked at the women with an ‘I told you so’ look.

The Verdemont women were more confused than ever.

“Then why was your name included among the people that were to receive copies of the will?” Victoria asked her while getting to her feet.

“Perhaps it’s another Phoebe Mayfair.” Caroline stated as she raised to her feet just like Victoria.

Emilia smirked. “Don’t beg silly Carol, it is her, how many Mayfairs do you know of that had interactions with the old man?” She turned to Phoebe again and glared with a sinister look in her eyes. “This is not over.” She wrinkled her nose and marched to the door.

The Saxon spirit waved her right hand, opened the door and flung the women out of the cafe with a blast of wind.