Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 351: Aunt Maureen’s secret identity.

From everything that Phoebe had seen and noticed, she had drawn the conclusion that her aunt Maureen was not someone ordinary.

She had started to suspect this when the Saxon spirit told her that the magical artifacts in the basement had been tampered with. For years, they had gone untouched and had been collecting dust, after aunt Maureen’s visit, some of them came back to life.

She looked at her aunt through narrowed eyes, perhaps she was a shaman like herself, the spirit had indicated that she came from a lineage of shamans on the Mayfair side. It was in her blood; aunt Maureen was of that same blood.

In fact, Phoebe thought her blood was diluted in comparison to Maureen’s, after all, one was a granddaughter and the other a daughter.

Maureen did not answer the question; she was texting someone.

"Aunt! Are you going to leave my question hanging in the air? Tell me what are you? Why are you super strong? And I clearly heard you chanting a spell, are you just like me?"

Phoebe’s brows pulled together on noticing the unyielding resolve of Aunt Maureen not to say a word.

"Aunt, you know that I could just slap a talisman on your back which will force you to tell me everything that I need to know." She twisted her lips and whined, "Come on aunt, it will be awesome if I am not the only freak in the family. There are some things that I cannot talk about with the rest, but I think it could be different with you."

A chuckle escaped Aunt Maureen’s lips. "You could but you need special skills to make a talisman that could affect the mindset of a guardian." She rubbed her left eyebrow. It wasn’t her intention to let Phoebe know her real identity however the situation called for it. Besides, Maureen had come to learn of her niece’s tenacious nature, the girl wasn’t going to stop until she found out the truth.

If she didn’t get it here, she would run to David for help and have him dig into her. David would go to Rufus or someone else and eventually her identity would come to light.

The words rung in Phoebe’s mind like a bell, over and over again. "A guardian? Wait, aunt you are a guardian? Like guardian of the supernatural wall. Guardian like Amon and Rekha?" She mentioned the only two guardians she was familiar with.

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Phoebe blinked rapidly, never in a hundred years would she have ever guessed that aunt Maureen was a Mayfair in the supernatural business, the hunting kind at that.

A lot of things now made sense to her like the fact that her aunt disappeared for months at a time without sending word or missed spending holidays like new year’s with the family. It kind of also explained why she was unmarried; she probably didn’t have time for a family. Lastly, it explained why she lived in Hatoum and why she was in the magical artifact business, she was probably undercover.

Come to think of it, she had returned after Rufus appeared in public and he was a man of great importance in the supernatural world. So, was it a coincidence that she showed up when she did? Had he summoned her, was she in the city on a job?

Phoebe’s eyes widened; she wondered if it was the demon in Humphrey that had brought her aunt home. Rufus had said a supernatural war was in the works, after all. Her lips parted slowly, and she gasped, it had to be Ravana, that was the only answer that made sense. Maybe Rufus had summoned all the guardians for some kind of meeting, her aunt had been doing a lot of unnecessary shopping since she came home.

She had many questions but before they could dissect the issue at hand, Luna stormed into the restrooms. Her orange hair seemed a little out of place, stray strands were sticking out in all directions.

When she saw Phoebe and Maureen, she placed a hand to her chest, inhaled and exhaled deeply.

Phoebe knew that something had happened, Luna Elithera did not run without good reason and most of all, she did not go around with messy hair, not even in the privacy of her own home. She guessed that maybe the box with the key had gone missing.

"What’s wrong?" Phoebe asked as she and her aunt moved closer to the restroom door.

Luna released a short laugh, there was relief on her refined facial features. "Everything is good now that I see that you are okay, you have been gone for a while."

Aunt Maureen bypassed Luna. "What a sweet friend you are but nothing happened here, Phoebe and I just dived into a conversation, but we are ready return to the hall now. Who knows what we have missed out on." She reached Luna and took a left turn but paused at Luna’s next words.

"You missed a lot actually, but I guess that you two are in the clear since you were here when the small box disappeared." Luna spoke with indifference.

She honestly believed that the theft was none of her business especially since Phoebe had nothing to do with it.

Back tracking her steps, Aunt Maureen came to stand in font of Luna, her hands moved to grab Luna’s arms.

"What do you mean that the box is gone? I need you to be very specific? Who the hell took it?" She jolted her as she bombarded her with questions.

Luna’s wincing sound brought Aunt Maureen to a realization that she was holding the girl’s arms a little too tightly, so she let her go.

"Sorry, now tell me what happened?"

"The small box bitchy Margret wanted is gone, nobody knows how it disappeared but if I am to guess, the power outage has everything to do with the box’s disappearance. If I was going to steal something, I would kill the power first too." Luna explained and gave her opinion on the matter.

Phoebe’s first thoughts ran to the spirit, she had not heard from it since it said that it was going to retrieve the box. Was the mission successful if yes, where had it disappeared to.

"In the space." Connie announced her arrival, popping out for a second, exposing a wide grin to Phoebe and vanishing. It seemed like she was enjoying her time with her brother given all the smiling she was doing.

Nodding her head, Phoebe followed the two women back to the hall where she knew drama has erupted. It was happening just like she had thought it would. Accusations were flying around, people were pointing fingers at one another, Margaret seemed to be the most famous suspect in the room, and she was defending herself to a point of her eyes bulging.

"If I was going to steal it then why the hell would I offer billions of Fog dollars to buy it?" Margaret Saxon spoke through pursed lips. "To be frank with you all I am the only person in this hall that shouldn’t be a suspect." She sat and draped her fur coat over her shoulders.

Dorothy Cook pointed at Rex. "This is just too convenient; the council must have a hand in this because how else with all this tight security did a small wooden box disappear."