Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 245

Chapter 245: Worse than the Saxons.

So as not to bother others at the pool and because grandma Mayfair appeared to be fighting off the inevitable chill from the cold, Phoebe suggested that they move inside and look for another kind of fun activity in a warmer place.

Following Phoebe’s suggestion and thanks to Andre’s suggestion they wound up playing mini golf at an indoor venue that was once again cleared out as per Luna’s instructions. Well__Phoebe and Andre played while Evelyn and grandma Mayfair laid back lazily in comfortable soft chairs and cheered them on while nursing spritzers that were definitely alcoholic.

After playing a competitive game of golf, they went ahead to have dinner, watch a movie and retire for the night just shy of 11 p.m.

What Phoebe did not know was that as she went to bed, a bloody storm was blanketing some parts of the city. The Elithera’s were already on the move and Don Luna was at the helm.

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The morning of the following day, warm sun poured into the hotel room through half drawn white lace curtains, turning the air golden and heavy with light. Shadows of swaying palm leaves played on the walls, their movements weaving a silent rhythm.

Phoebe’s eyelids fluttered lazily, as if unwilling to part with the weightless bliss of sleep. She yawned and stretched, slow but deliberate. Her joints cracked and muscles sighed with relief, she had Luna to thank for the good night’s rest. The secret executive rooms were so much better than she thought.

The mattress especially had impressed her, it was sturdy and comfortable, relieving all of the pressure within her back as if she was getting a massage. It had a single layer of gel like luminescent materials that kept her cool all night, adjusting to the temperature of her body. More amazing was the ambient glow which it emitted that lulled her to sleep.

As part of the Phoebe discount, she wanted to kidnap and take the mattress home. In fact, Phoebe thought she needed more than one. She could not understand why such mattresses were on not on sale to the general public.

“Good morning sleepy head.” Came the Saxon spirit’s voice.

A smile crept on Phoebe’s smile. “Good morning.” Her nose sniffed the soft aroma of the coffee which Sylvester had kindly prepared.

As if to let her know that she was starving, her stomach growled in reaction. Without wasting time, Phoebe rose from the bed, wrapped a silk night robe around her body and began to move towards the door.

“Before you leave, you should know that the Elithera’s have already locked up the sixth brother at their ancestral home. Pheebs, I know these kind of people. They are going to be the judge, jury and executioners, that man is going to die and very soon.” Beneath it’s words was a stern warning.

“I do not think that Luna can allow that to happen.” Phoebe spoke with uncertainty, she did not really know her that well but for the little Phoebe had seen Luna was a rational woman. The web which the Elithera’s were tangled in was wide, surely they would not kill blindly before having all the answers.

“Are you sure about that?” Connie jumped out of the space. “Sister have you forgotten what we saw? Didn’t you notice that she was the one giving the orders to all those men? There was also the way her family accorded her with so much respect almost as if she was their head. In some of the movies i have watched, the gang boss is deep undercover and a fake boss is the one known to the public. What if her being a singer is actually a cover of who Luna really is?” Connie whispered the last words in Phoebe’s ear.

A similar doubt had crept into Phoebe’s ears the previous night. Suddenly feeling an itch, she scratched the inside of her ear with one of her pinky fingers.

“Eew!” Connie crinkled her nose.

Phoebe rolled her eyes, her ears were clean, Connie was just being her usual Connieness.

Phoebe made a momentous decision to poke her nose in the Elithera business once again. “I need to speak to Luna, i am not even certain that the six brother is the culprit here.”

“Well, you kind of pointed your finger at him indirectly.”

Phoebe opened her mouth to defend herself but the spirit raised and index finger to shush her

“Not just that but you told them that whoever calls them in a frantic state would be the guilty party and it just happened to be him. Now, it could have been a coincidence but we both know that there is no such thing as two coincidences. Still, life is unpredictable so who knows?” It shrugged.

The words that Phoebe was about to say were caught in her throat and more doubts flooded into her mind. Was she wrong for speaking up too soon about her personal observations? What if the Elithera’s kill the six brother because of what she had said but it turned out that she was wrong? Phoebe wanted no innocent blood on her hands so she forgot about having coffee, rushed to the bathroom where she cleaned up and rushed out of the hotel room.

As she was getting out, she caught a glimpse of her grandmother that was making her way to her room. The confused older woman shouted out a question as Phoebe zoomed past her like a bullet.

“I’ll be back nana, go on and have breakfast without me.” She shouted when grandma Mayfair asked about where she was heading off to in such a hurry.

Getting to the Elithera house was very easy because their family home was located right in the heart of magic city. It was a twenty seven storied private residence, guarded by armed private security.

As soon as she mentioned her name, she was allowed through and driven up to the entrance. On the way in, Phoebe counted thirty armed men and women and then lost count because it was not even necessary to do so. Even the servants were armed with different weapons, what kind of people lived like this?

“They are worse than the Saxons.” Connie commented.

The Saxon spirit shoved Connie’s curious head back into the space.

The spirit did not counter Connie’s words however because they were one hundred percent correct.

“I think the main qualification for one to work for this family is a background in martial arts and a firearms qualifications test.” Sylvester noted.

Phoebe and the Saxon spirit agreed with Sylvester wholly. As soon as she stepped off the elevator into the foyer, her eyes landed on the face of a familiar woman.

“You are here, in my house? Do we have more to talk about Phoebe Mayfair?” Judy asked in a not so welcoming way.

Phoebe had long accepted that Judy did not like her, especially after the 200 million ask. But, she did not care anyway.

“I don’t think that’s how you should welcome the person that just saved your lives. I am here to speak to Luna, call her out will you?” Phoebe’s gaze was sharp and unwavering.

Judy took a slow breath, locking eyes with Phoebe. Her lips curled into a small almost imperceptible smile, the kind that spoke of a quiet power.

“And we paid you extremely well for that.” She retorted, her voice smooth but laced with a tone that suggested that she was bothered both by the money and Phoebe’s nonchalant attitude in her presence.

Was the shaman going to keep undermining them because she did them a small favor? Judy still had her reservations after all jumping from the bridge to die was not her style of doing things. All the things Phoebe had told them, she still found skeptical.

“Whatever you want to tell Luna you can tell me, i am in charge of things when my husband is temporarily incapacitated.” Judy continued to watch Phoebe keenly.

Phoebe scoffed and Judy clenched her jaw, unappreciative of the scoff. If she was not afraid of what Luna would do if she harmed Phoebe, Judy would have told one of the servants to force her onto her knees and give her a slap or two.

Judy recalled Phoebe’s Mayfair heiress identity and she took a deep breath, letting go of her pride. It was best not to antagonize the little rich shaman. She was not one of those harlots from the streets of Magic city pretending to have spiritual ties, she was the real deal anyway.

“Where is the sixth brother? Bring him out here and don’t say that you do not know anytthing because I already know that he is here.” Phoebe’s tone was gentle but extremely demanding.

This time, it was Judy that scoffed.

“Wait here.” she instructed and walked away.