Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 375: The return of the past.

Luna was ready to attack, her body language said so, but Phoebe was holding her back, she did not want bad publicity for La Belle on its official opening day.

Meanwhile the attacker was holding a white handkerchief to her bleeding cheek. "I am going to report this to the police, every news outlet will know what type of fraud and malicious businesswoman you are Phoebe Mayfair." Her cold dark eyes brooded a mixture of hate and contempt.

Judging from her words, the woman seemed to be a customer of her cafe, so Phoebe really wanted to settle the misunderstanding. She pulled Luna back just as her friend’s itchy fingers started moving to the waistband of her trousers in obvious search for a gun or a knife.

"It’s okay Luna, let me handle it."

The Saxon spirit appeared from the space. "I heard a commotion." It dusted away a mixture of gun and star dust powder from its apron, it was busy trying to create the magic bullets that they had once discussed about. I

Phoebe’s focus remained on the attacker. "Listen lady, I do not know what this is about, but I am willing to listen. As for reporting things to the police, I find it rather funny because you attacked me and yet you say that you will make a report, I should be the one doing that, don’t you think?"

The aggressor scoffed. "See how brazen you are after selling this fake thing to me! I want a refund. I am going to tell everyone that those precious stone pendants are actually fake, just wait and see! You think that I will be scared because you are a Mayfair dating a Saxon, but I won’t back down."

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"Is that so?" Came a soft female voice from behind one of racks. A gorgeous red head stepped out; her striking beauty had all the eyes drawn to herself. "I have one just like it and do some of my friends."

"Moria!" Evelyn exclaimed.

She could not believe that she was seeing Davids’ ex... well she was not an ex because he did not date her, but she had been betrothed to him as a child. David ended the betrothal in their teenage years, Moria left the country, and she had not been seen since then.

"Moria, as in Moria Mortimer?" Luna mouthed silently; her fingers pressed her mouth as if to stop herself from speaking.

Evelyn and Shanna’s eyes stared wildly at Moria, almost like she was a dead person that had come back to life.

"Fuck me! When did you come back to the country?" Evelyn blurted out.

"It really is her." Came Shanna’s tiny voice. "Pheebs, i think that we should leave, or you should leave, I will handle this matter for you." She proposed.

She did not want Phoebe to exchange words or get into a fight with Moria, it had not been a secret back then among the girls that Moria was very much looking forward to being a Mrs. David Saxon someday.

Shaking her head, Phoebe shrugged away Shanna’s hand, she was not going to run with her tail tucked between her legs. She wanted to get to the bottom of the issue at hand lest it affect her business. As for the pretentious red head whose mannerisms reminded her of Ruth, she would see to that later.

"No way, this lady must explain to me what she is talking about. I personally get these stones from a valuable supplier, so they are one hundred percent genuine!"

"I believe that since I actually have one just like it." Moria came to Phoebe’s defense, she took off the necklace and hurled it on the ground, it remained intact. "See! Where did you buy this necklace really? Was it from the black ghost cafe or was it a copy from one of those downtown shops." She waved her hand dismissively. "You know what, never mind. Let me call the police commissioner and I will request that he personally handles this." She reached inside her purse and fished out her phone.

The attacker fell on her knees, and she rubbed her hands together repeatedly. "Please, do not involve the police i beg you. All i wanted was the compensation money to pay for the hospital bills for my sick father who is dying at the hospital."

Moria sneered; her thumb hovered over the police commissioner’s private number. "Well, I will leave that decision in the hands of the person that you aggressively attacked." Her eyes shifted to Phoebe. "What do you want to do?" She asked.

Phoebe looked at the woman, a sad expression laced on her features. She made a momentous decision to help her, was this not why she had the foundation? "What is your name?"

"Gemma, Gemma Michelson, please forgive me. I bought that necklace from a vendor downtown, like I said, I have been defrauding people to pay for my father’s hospital bills but it’s a bottomless pit and I am out of a job. I rented my house, sold my car and everything worthy that I own."

Phoebe stretched her hand to her and helped her stand. "Do not worry Gemma, I will help you pay for your father’s hospital fees, whatever the cost." She promised. "On the condition that you would never think of committing crimes like this again."

"Really?" Gemma mouthed in disbelief, tears of joy fell down her cheeks as she thanked Phoebe over and over.

Moria scoffed; she continued to study the woman that she had been replaced with. She came to a conclusion that Dickson was right, she was a village bimbo and not much of a competition, getting David back was going to be easier than she thought.

"Wait, why are you showing her mercy?" The Saxon spirit held a displeased quality in its tone. "Even though she has a sick father, this is an obvious plot that has been hatched by someone. This Luna’s exclusive boutique that caters to the wealthy on appointments. How can a someone with weak finances get through the door unless she was brought in by one of the three clients that came in while you all were still shopping."

"I know that, but I am going to let things play out and see where it will lead. Moreover, doing good deeds is a great thing. The money paying the hospital bills is going to come out of Luther’s foundation, not my pocket." Phoebe replied.

In the meantime, Luna was grilling the boutique manager while keeping an eye on Phoebe.

"How did these people get in?"

The nervous manager twisted her fingers as she replied, "Three people had appointments today, they are all gold card holders of La Belle. According to the rules you set up, old card members are served at any time with or without an appointment."

Luna looked at Moria Mortimer and she shook her head. "Yeah, that rule is no longer effective for Citrus city customers and also from now on, I will be approving all gold card holders in this city. Remove Moria Mortimer from the list of approved clients in both cities. She is as fake as that fake red hair on her head."

She touched her pocket and felt the brand-new knife that she kept in there, there was a chance Moria Mortimer’s blood would be the first it would taste.