Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 207

Charles took a deep breath, deeply moved. "Sir, I finally understand why you hold Ms. Prescott in such high esteem. This level of conceptualization and execution is a gift."

He shook his head regretfully. "It's a shame she isn't pursuing design full-time. Otherwise, the entire design department at MK Global combined would pale in comparison."

The high praise from two of the industry's heaviest hitters dispelled any lingering doubts. The crowd gazed at her in total reverence.

Meredith and Macy stood tall, their faces practically glowing with pride, as if the triumph were their own.

Right at that moment—

"Ah!"

A shrill scream shattered the awe in the room.

The crowd whipped around in alarm to see Phoebe with tear-filled eyes, the back of her right hand visibly red and swollen.

"Phoebe! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it!" Sebastian panicked, gently holding her hand and blowing on it. "I slipped... Are you badly burned?"

"It's not your fault," Phoebe whimpered, shivering in mock agony while forcing a tragic smile. "It's my fault for needing a drink in the first place..."

She shakily reached for her brush. The second her fingertips brushed the handle, she cried out, letting it clatter to the ground.

"I can't... It hurts too much. I can't hold it."

"Stop trying! I'm taking you to the hospital!" Frantic, Sebastian scooped her up into his arms and bolted for the exit.

"Hold it right there."

Moving in sync, Meredith and Macy stepped into his path, blocking the way.

"Phoenix just proved her skills with a completed masterpiece. And Phoebe is trying to run away leaving a blank canvas?" Meredith sneered. "I guess this is her formally forfeiting and admitting she can't design to save her life?"

"Oh my. First she needs hot water, and then she coincidentally scalds her dominant hand. This script is too perfect." Macy crossed her arms, clicking her tongue. "Phoebe, pulling a self-injury stunt just to dodge a challenge is bold. I have to admire the commitment."

"I... I didn't..." Phoebe buried her face in Sebastian's chest, sobbing hysterically.

"That's enough!" Sebastian snapped, his eyes flashing red. "Her hand needs medical attention now. If it gets infected and scars, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold everything you owned!"

"Have you forgotten?" Macy stepped aside, letting the medical team advance. "We have top-tier doctors right here. Why not let them patch her up? She might even finish the sketch in time."

"Sebastian..." Phoebe trembled violently, clutching his lapel.

Sebastian directed a venomous glare at Macy. "You're all conspiring with Phoenix! Who knows what you'd do to her. I'm taking her to a real hospital immediately!"

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