Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 394: Eye opening discussion.

The answer could not be any more obvious to Phoebe, she had already figured out who was behind the silly blackmail ploy, in fact it was a test. Still, she wanted Gemma to admit it verbally as she was recording. In future, this recording could come in handy.

There was also an option of leaking online and just sitting back and enjoying Moria’s embarrassment.

"Let me guess, it’s the woman that appeared to be defending me, Moria Mortimer." Phoebe said in a bored voice, and she sneered afterwards.

Nodding her head slowly, Gemma sniveled. "Yes, she is not someone that i could say no to. I did not want to assault you, but she said that if I failed to do as I was instructed, she would pin a crime on me and throw me in prison for the rest of my life. She comes from a power family, I come from....a poor one. Poor people do not really have the privilege of saying no to rich ones." Her voice quivered, there was a tinge of fear in her voice.

"You are ridiculous, she comes from a wealthy family but so do I, what she threatened you with, I too could do easily. If my family finds out what you did to me, they will make sure that you pay for it." Phoebe sighed heavily. "But I know now that you were only trying to save your father, so I am not holding it against you. Besides, I have also heard that Moria can be persuasive and a bully, so I understand the position you were put in." Phoebe studied her.

The fact that Gemma had been instructed specifically to slap Phoebe, opened her eyes and confirmed to her that Moria had returned for her. She was not the kind to fight head on, so she was going to use others to do her dirty work while pretending to be incident.

"Your family was already here, one of the women that was with you in the boutique, the mean looking one. She grabbed my throat, I went on my knees and begged for my father’s life, but that crazy lady wanted to pull off his breathing mask!" Gemma face flushed with a mix of mortification and exasperation.

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Surprise was not an emotion that Phoebe felt in the moment, it had to be Luna.

"Was it the orange head that you saw at the boutique?"

Nodding continuously Gemma sniffed. "That’s her, she looks like the singer Luna Elithera but Luna is sweet, I doubt that she is the type of person to go around strangling others."

Phoebe coughed thrice and looked away from Gemma. The woman was dead wrong, the person she was speaking of was Luna the singer. A question crossed her mind, if Luna had paid a visit to Gemma, what about Moria?

Phoebe fidgeted to fish out her phone from her bag, she dialed Luna’s number, but it was unavailable which was weird. Her heart pounded in her chest; she could hear the hammering sound in her ears. If Luna did something to Moria, the Mortimer’s would not sit back. They would strike back with vengeance and the Mayfair’s would get caught in the crossfire.

She decided to leave the hospital and try seeking for her friend. "Gemma, I have to go but after your father gets discharged you can visit me at the cafe, I may be able to get you a job." Phoebe hurriedly spoke; she was skeptical about employing Gemma but it seemed like she had learnt her lesson.

Luther’s foundation still needed employees, as someone that had benefited from it, perhaps Gemma would be of help to others.

Gemma’s face lit up with surprise. "Miss Phoebe you would really do that? You don’t have to; you have already done more than enough for me by saving my father." Her eyes glistened with tears. "I will work to pay back this debt and if you have to report Moria Mortimer, I am ready to confess to the police, in fact i have a recording of her giving me instructions on what to do." She painfully promised, it didn’t seem to be an easy decision to make.

Phoebe’s eyes brightened with a smile, perhaps having Gemma on her side was more beneficial than she had initially assumed. "Really! give it to me." She met Gemma’s eyes.

Gemma returned her gaze with apologetic sincerity. "It’s saved on my phone, and I left it at home today, I will send it as soon as I can." She smiled warmly; the guilt that weighed heavily on her heart lightened a little.

Even after leaving the hospital Phoebe continued to call Luna’s cell, it was still turned off, she let out a weary sigh. The more she failed to reach Luna, the more worried she became, and, in her mind, she was drawing up some very ugly scenarios.

Maybe Moria’s headless body was somewhere in a forest, or perhaps she had already been cremated, and she was nothing but ashes now. Or maybe her body was riddled with bullet holes.

"I need to stop overthinking but what the hell is she doing?" Came a quiet question.

"Ask Luke, he is her boyfriend so he could have an idea." Connie suggested.

It was a brilliant idea; Phoebe called and asked her brother about his girlfriend’s whereabouts, but he had no idea.

"Well, you better find out because I think that she kidnapped Moria Mortimer! I will tell you more later." Phoebe’s voice quavered.

There was dead silence. "I will find her, do not worry." Luke hung up without saying another word.

"Let me try and find that out, but I think that you could be imagining what’s not there. I doubt that she has already kidnapped Moria because as careless as she is, she knows better than to attack a member of a founding family." The spirit said to Phoebe, pulling out a map and preparing to do a spell.

"Need I remind everyone that this is Luna we are talking about." Connie said loudly.

They all frowned because they knew that Luna was a person who acted and thought later, her impulsiveness worried them.

"What about Sylvester? How is he now?" Phoebe asked, guilt enveloped her for not checking up on him.

"He is slowly regaining his energy, I did not think that the bullet would be so deadly to him but worry not, he is recovering fast because the environment in the space is a healing one. He is sleeping near the lake of life and we put healing stones around him, he will be up and about soon. We need a specimen out here in the real world to try the bullets on, I think that you should ask your aunt to take you hunting."

"Hunting!" Phoebe exclaimed.

The Saxon spirit nodded, "There are more dangerous things than ghosts out in the world that need to be put down. In order to know how strong the bullets are or what limitations they have, they need to be tested on different monsters. It won’t stop you from doing your ghost work, ghosts are everywhere you look."

It gestured outside and they noticed more than ten ghosts on the road, some were standing idly, others were hailing cabs, others floating aimlessly.

"Think about my words, it will be fun." The spirit disappeared, leaving Phoebe with some things to think about.