Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 352: A thief at the auction.

Dorothy Cook was a mission to ruin the council, if not the council, then at least Rex. Someone had to be as miserable as she was in order for her to find some satisfaction. She did not plan to end there, the Mayfair’s too had to pay for the humiliation she had suffered, especially that little witch of a daughter that called herself a shaman.

The main goal of Dorothy’s words was to add fuel to the fire, she succeeded because nobody believed that the box had magically disappeared into thin air.

"Give us a good explanation Rex or else resign from your position right now!" Bellowed someone at the back.

"Yes, resign and return the money you earned from selling off our family heirlooms."

Dorothy Cook stood up and raised her one hand that was folded into a fist, she heroically started chanting the words resign, pulling others into following her.

The auction that had started out so glamorous had descended into a near riot or demonstration. All that was lacking was fire, posters, press and police.

Rufus wheeled himself to the stage and got a microphone. Without a word from his mouth, people started to lower their voices, a thing that angered Dorothy. She hated Rufus as much as she hated everyone else that had contributed to her misery.

Rufus moved his left hand up and down which prompted people to return to their seats. "Everyone please settle down, what has happened here today is actually more frightening than you can ever imagine. There is no satisfactory answer to give you right now, but I promise to get to the bottom of this.

What I promise is that within a week, there will be answers for you, we are planning to bring back the old weekly council newsletter. The very first issue will come with an explanation of what has happened here and an update on the missing artifacts."

He offered a bow and wheeled himself away, he did not return to his seat but made his way out, heading in the direction of the security room. He planned to take a look at the security footage to see if anything suspicious had happened moments before the lights went out.

His words left majority of the audience numb, they didn’t know how to feel about the situation but one thing was that many still trusted the old man to handle things, so it helped put them at ease.

Most were not very invested, they did not know what was in the box or care but theft at the auction coupled with the accusations Dorothy had made was a big deal.

Phoebe scratched the back of her hand as she looked at the Saxon spirit, a part of her was feeling sorry for Rufus.

"That poor guy I just landed him in hot soup but at least the key is safe, so far we have two of them." The Saxon spirit smiled ruefully.

Phoebe raised and lowered her brows. "It had to be done, grandpa Rufus will find a way out of this. If he doesn’t pay him a visit in his dreams and tell him to remain calm, that the key is safe and to search for other keys." She communicated inwardly.

Rex Chapman announced regretfully that the auction had to come to an end because of what had happened. "All those that won bids will receive their items as soon as payment is made. Other than that, all of us are going to go through security checks just in case someone here is trying to act smart."

The words from his mouth earned him curses and heckles.

"Are you calling us thieves?"

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"He’s got some balls I’ll give him that."

They complained but did as told, one by one they passed through the millimeter body wave scanners and talking about how much they hated it.

"This is ridiculous! What would the commoners think if they saw how the mighty of Fog are treated?" Margaret had flashes of lightening sparking in her eyes. If looks could kill none of the security guards would be left standing on their feet.

Dickson stepped on a guard’s foot deliberately, unlike most he was a Saxon, so the poor guy feared to retaliate. "I agree mother, this is the most dehumanizing thing I have ever had to experience other than that good for nothing Phoebe Mayfair rejecting me." He whispered the last words.

His mother waved her hand dismissively. "I told you mummy will fix everything. "She smiled slyly and hooked her left arm into his right arm. "It turns out that village bumpkin is more interested in David’s money, once I told her that you had hit a jackpot, she didn’t shy away from saying that you could go to her. Can you imagine? Ha-ha this is way easier than I thought." Margaret’s smile became less pronounced when she saw Miranda trying to talk to Phoebe.

She hurried her feet over, taking Dickson with her and when they were close, she sort of shoved Miranda aside.

"Miranda what are you and my daughter in law discussing? I hope that she has made it clear that she is dumping David in the garbage can and marrying my son." She jutted her chin upwards as if to brag.

[This woman is a nut job; her brain is always on leave Does she forget her common sense at the door when steps out of her house?]

Phoebe scoffed; her thoughts were displayed clearly which compelled Miranda’s anger to subside quickly.

"She is indeed a nut case that should be in a mental institution." Miranda spoke with indifference.

Margaret’s face twisted to show anger. "How dare you call me a nutcase Miranda?" Her breathing changed to fast and sharp, she was already having a terrible night for she didn’t get what she had come for and seeing Miranda and Phoebe getting along made it worse.

More annoying was the arm which David had around Phoebe’s shoulders; he was clinging on to her like as if he owned her.

David chuckled, "So tell us aunt if you are of mental sound mind, why did you want to take a box that the council said was dangerous? Did you know what it was? What are you cooking up? I am sure that it’s nothing good."

"Good question David." The spirit murmured, Phoebe was just as interested in hearing the answer to those questions.

Before Margaret could burst like a volcano erupting, Dickson took a step forward and partially blocked their gazes from his mother, taking a protective stance.

"Cousin, if you insult my mother indirectly again then you will have me to contend with."

David snorted and made exaggerated ghost noises. "Yeah, I am scared, you cannot do anything you little dick." He finished off with a sneer.

Dickson growled and made a move forward as if to attack David, but his mother held him back.

"Today is your lucky day." he told David.

Phoebe let out a small bitter laugh. [I want to burst his teeth for trying countless times to molest me in the past.]

David saw it, he growled and wasted no time in raising his clenched fist. Before anyone could process what was happening, the fist collided with Dickson’s face splitting his lips and bursting his nostrils.