Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 338: More badluck for Dickson

When the sun lifted the following morning, the air on founding lane was sizzling with excitement. Even though it was scheduled to begin in the evening, servants of founding families were running up and down the lane with dresses, shoes, cars, jewelry, flower petals, make-up, coffee and whatever else their bosses needed.

It was always like this when the founding families were preparing for a ball, party or event that concerned them all. Everyone would run around like chicken that had lost their heads.

Unlike most households that were unsettled, in the Mayfair house, it was calm and everyone was relaxed. Grandma Mayfair even suggested that they go to work and have their hair done later in the afternoon.

Phoebe was more than willing, she followed her grandmother to the cafe taking the scenery route of the apartments which they rarely got to see as it led to the backdoor of the cafe.

"Nana the weather is so beautiful today, don’t you agree?"

Phoebe shut her eyes and inhaled the cool but soft breeze. She could smell the strong scent of full grown roses and jasmines, Collin Baltimore had done a great job with the gardens behind the apartment buildings.

It was not just Phoebe and grandma Mayfair enjoying them, other tenants and their families were doing the same.

A group of children was playing football, some people were taking pictures and others were enjoying breakfast outside.

They went around the building to use the front entrance and grandma Mayfair stopped walking. "It was perfect until I saw that scare crow." Her lips moved, pointing in the direction of the cafe.

Phoebe’s eyes followed the direction of her grandmother’s mouth and that’s when she saw him; Dickson. He was standing outside next to the third window, his hands fixed inside his long black trench coat.

Phoebe couldn’t fail to capture the pleasure on his face just because women kept gawking at him as they walked by,

"He is like a bad penny, he knows that he is unwanted and yet he still appears often when you least expect it and never for a good reason. It looks like I have to send out some more bad luck talismans." Pheobe began to walk towards the cafe with the intention to by pass him.

A smile formed on Dickson’s lips when he saw the two Mayfair women walk up to him, that same smile quickly faded when they by passed him like they had never seen him before and went into the cafe.

In response to their actions, Dickson laughed a short mocking smile and followed them inside but he did not get far, he was stopped by Rossett who had her hands spread out.

"We are not open yet, so please wait outside or come back later." Rossett announced.

She had read the memo, her boss didn’t not like Dickson and that meant that he was not welcome.

In a derisive way, Dickson gazed at Rossett, his eyes sizing her as if to weigh her worth, which was zero to him. "How ill mannered of you? I am here to see your boss...."

"And what do you want to see me for? I helped you out of the kindness of my heart and gave you guidance on your business but you went and repaid me by spreading fake news about us. You hardly cared that you were damaging my reputation and that of your cousin brother David." Phoebe spoke through pursed lips.

She did not mention the petition hearing whose flames he had flamed by egging on Dorothy Cook.

"The lighting that is going to strike him is still charging, just wait Dickson, you just wait." Connie hissed.

The Saxon spirit wrinkled it’s nose. "It better hurry, it’s hard to defend some Saxons."

When Dickson spoke he defended himself. "Pheebs...."

Phoebe pointed at finger at him. "Don’t you dare address me by that name."

Dickson raised his hands up in surrender. "Okay I’ll do that for now, Listen Phoebe I never told anyone that we were dating. I said no comment because I love you but obviously you need time to get on board. I can wait for as long as you want, soon you will come to me." He smiled slyly.

His words made Connie burst out laughing. "Love? Just like that? What’s this pest really after."

Grandma Mayfair placed her bag firmly on the table creating a loud thud. She was bored of his love talk already and wanted to bash him on the head with her bag.

"Dickson Saxon we know that you were the invisible force that was backing Dorothy Cook! A friend to my enemy is my enemy so leave before I use a knife to rip you apart and become an enemy of your family."

Dickson’s face paled a little, he tried to laugh but paused, he could see that grandma Mayfair was very angry with him, her eyes that once looked at him with warmth were now as cold as ice.

"Granny I could never! I am sure that it’s David that told such lies against me but it’s because he knows that I can make Phoebe happier than he ever will, please I tried to persuade Dorothy to let go of that damn petition!" His eyes grew wider with every explanation.

Phoebe let out a guffaw, joining the ghosts that were cackling.

Grandma Mayfair arched an eyebrow and folded her arms, was he really taking her for a fool?

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"Why do you want to see my grand daughter Dickson, I cannot leave you alone with her even for a second."

Dickson cleared a non existent cough. "I came here with good intentions to thank Phoebe for recommending D.P holdings." He smiled and rubbed his hands together. "I couldn’t have chosen a better partner, I received the investment sum in full, so i want a good luck charm or talisman or something."

Phoebe wanted to smack the stupid smile off his face, she did not know why Dickson was always smug and arrogant as if he had the advantage over everyone else. The man had to be insane because he expected the entire world to make way for him and everything he desired to fall into his palms."

The Saxon spirit huffed and slapped around ten bad luck talismans on Dickson’s back.

"Sorry good luck charms and talismans are out of stock, try another shaman, one you did not offend." She clutched her bag and left.

"You heard her, leave!" Grandma Mayfair pointed at the door.

"I will leave for now." Dickson bowed slightly to show his respect, a smug never leaving his face. Soon all the Mayfairs would lick his feet.