Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

Her eyes widened in a mixture of terror and shock, she felt her back stiffen. All she saw was the devil smiling at her, she only had bad memories about the man.

A smile played on Dickson’s lips, his curiosity shot through the roof when he read her thoughts. He blinked rapidly thinking that he was mistaken and he brushed it off.

He was more interested in knowing how she knew him as they had never met before. Was David feeding her lies about him or was she familiar with his face because like most Saxons, he had graced the covers of a few magazines, was a familiar face in entertainment news and one of the most eligible bachelors in town.

"Well hello there beautiful." he drawled out.

Phoebe’s slightly trembling hand snatched the bag from him. She remained firmly silent, not thanking him or saying another word.

He seemed to find her reaction amusing and a light smirk formed on his face. He loved the stubborn ones, they were the best to break.

"My name is Dickson Saxon, I believe the name rings a bell." He unfolded his fingers waiting to hold those of Phoebe.

Standing next to Phoebe, the Saxon spirit had a deep sneer on its face. Just like Phoebe, it also disdained Dickson greatly.

"Now walk away Phoebe, walk away now. This lowlife planned all this is, I saw him paying off those disrespectful brats that stole your bag. He must have done this intentionally to meet you and set in motion some evil plan." The Saxon spirit warned lightly.

It was also panicked because Dickson had seen Phoebe’s inner thoughts. One of the downsides of the pendant was that not just good or redeemable Saxons could benefit from it, evil Saxons too could see Phoebe’s thoughts about them. It was a Saxon pendant after all, a relic whose energy reacted to all humans of the Saxon bloodline.

The spirit was aware of how vulnerable Phoebe would be in front of Dickson so it vanished into the space and immediately sent an invisible paper man to attach a talisman on Dickson’s back. The purpose of the talisman was to block Dickson’s ability to read Phoebe’s thoughts.

Dickson, felt a hot sensation on his back and he frowned, but he didn’t think much of it. He was more focused on gaining something out of this encounter.

"I think that i have met you before but i...."

Phoebe whirled around as he was talking and she walked away from him, she heard him chuckle which only made her hasten her steps. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Young Miss! Young Miss! Are you alright?" Santos shouted only for Phoebe to pause.

"Why did you walk off like that? That is the boss’s cousin. Do you not know him?" he asked.

"No! I don’t and I do not want to know who that bastard is either."

Santos did not buy her words at all, if she did not know him then why call him a bastard? Her answer made no sense at all and just for precautions sake, he updated his boss on the new development.

She continued to walk, ignoring every taxi that hooted at her until she reached the cafe, still maddened. With her hand clasped on the door handle, Phoebe calmed her nerves before entering the cafe.

"Good morning." She greeted with fake cheer.

Her grandmother who was placing a basket of freshly baked cup cakes on the counter spun around and looked at her.

"Good....are you alright honey? You are sweating!" Her eyes traveled past Phoebe to the door in search of anything suspicious assuming that Phoebe had been chased inside.

Phoebe wiped the beads of sweat with a tissue before approaching the counter and sitting down in a chair directly below the air conditioner.

"Oh Nana, I...you have no idea what just happened. I had to walk all the way the way here, the traffic is horrible at this hour." Phoebe shamelessly lied, but with good reason.

She didn’t want to worry her grandmother who would hurry to tell the family all about Dickson. Her grievances against him were all incidents from her past life, in this one she had not crossed paths with him before.

"Ohh that’s because the eastern road is under construction. The city sent out alerts didn’t you see any of them?" Grandma Mayfair sat in the chair opposite hers.

Phoebe shook her head, her grandmother went on to bring up the topic about Shana but Phoebe’s thoughts had traveled far.

She was wondering why Dickson had approached on purpose, what did he want from her? Just the thought of his evil smile caused her to shudder. Had he come to hurt her on Ruth’s behalf like he had done countless times in the past? Was he here to get revenge because she had made the love of his life mad? She had dozens of questions swirling around in her head.

The Saxon spirit was deep in thought as well, she didn’t want Phoebe to get tangled up with Dickson, he was a bad apple.

She was floating back and forth over Phoebe’s head, the ghost equivalent of human pacing. "You know since the boys were young, Dickson always saw David as competition. What if he wants you because you are important to David? Why else would he plan for hooligans to attack you just so he can swoop in as your savior?"

Phoebe stood up at once, her hands slapped the table terrifying grandma Mayfair who was still speaking.

"Grandma we’ll talk about this later." Phoebe began to walk but she paused when the rattle bell chimed because everyone gasped.

Her eyes followed those of Rossett who almost dropped the plate of pancakes that she was holding.

"Paula Rorton?" Rosset’s voice sliced through the air. "Oh my God? Why are you here?" She asked the ghost.

It ignored Rosset and moved to the counter and stood before Phoebe.

"Are you the ghost seeing lady? I need help." Paula’s eyes expressed desperation.

Phoebe shut her eyes for a fleeting second and opened them. Paula’s face was very familiar but she couldn’t place where she had seen her.

Rosset was not to be stopped, she put down the pancakes and approached the ghost. "Yes she is, this is Phoebe Mayfair the great shaman of Fog country, whatever your problem is she will solve it."

Paula’s desperate eyes shifted to Phoebe who wore a welcoming warm smile. "Paula? That’s your name?" She quizzed.

"Pheebs! That’s Paula the newest upcoming undercover journalist in the entertainment circle." Rosette stared at her in shock wondering if she was living under a rock.

Grandma Mayfair adjusted the ghost seeing glasses on her head and brought them over eyes. "Come on child don’t tell me that you don’t know who she is? Paula Rorton was one of the best scandalous news investigators for LBS TV. Her obituary was allover the news a few days ago, she died two weeks ago, i think, but my dear why haven’t you moved on yet?

Paula’s eyes grew moist. "Because my killers have not been punished yet in fact they have been set free."

Phoebe was placing one and two together, her eyes lit up when she remembered where she had seen Paula’s face. Before rebirth, she vaguely heard about the name after the woman’s death but she had been caught up in her own problems that she didn’t pay attention.

Additionally, pictures of her corpse at the crime scene were on an officer’s desk she had glanced at recently. She had seen them the day she escorted Luther to the police station. She didn’t know much about her apart from what she saw. Phoebe requested her to take a sit.

"Tell me your story Paula."