Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

A flicker of disdain laced Phoebe’s eyes which intrigued old lady Mayfair. Phoebe was a warm person even to people that she didn’t know so why was she so unwelcoming to Dickson yet he was David’s family.

Grandma Mayfair did not like Dickson either, she had always thought him to be a lustful gold digger and opportunist with the way he was always panting after Ruth when everyone knew his mother was shopping around for a rich match.

Old lady Mayfair was interested in knowing the story behind Phoebe’s loathing for Dickson, her granddaughter was looking at him the way she looked at Dorothy Cook.

Dickson strolled to the counter with a grin like that of a smiling Cheshire cat.

[How dare he be so brazen enough to bring his stick like legs inside my cafe with that disgusting smile on his face. I guess today is the day my grandmother will witness me commit murder.]

Grandma Mayfair blinked a few time rapidly, had things gotten to a point of murder? What had happened between these two?

"Hello beautiful ladies!" He cheerfully greeted the nearest female customers as he walked past them, Unlike the regular ghosts that were in on some of Phoebe’s life story that sneered, the women in the cafe smiled at him.

Dickson was a master of trickery and weaved charm like a spell, no wonder the ladies seemed to like him.

Phoebe glared daggers at the flowers she believed were meant for her, immediately she wrinkled her face ready to reject them.

"Here you go granny." He handed them to grandma Mayfair. "I also brought with me tickets to the annual Citrus antique museum auction and gala, I want to attend it in the company of the most beautiful ladies in Citrus."

His compliment only angered Phoebe, she knew quite well how he treated beautiful ladies.

"No thanks." Phoebe stated and began to walk away but her movements came to a stop when he said that she owed him.

"Come one Pheebs, you do owe me, don’t you?" he repeated again.

[What is he playing at? He must think that i am naive or something.]

Phoebe’s thoughts were only seen by her grandmother again.

"And how exactly am I owing you?" Came Phoebe’s sharp question.

"I helped you get your bag back from those thieves and your problem with the petition, I have been persuading Dorothy Cook to let it go. In fact she has promised to think about it." Dickson’s smile crooked just enough to hint at mischief.

Phoebe sarcastically laughed. "I can fight my own battles, you are a knight whose wearing a dull armor."

Her curt response caused his smile to fall instantly.

Dickson was not prepared to have another Mayfair woman undermine him. He didn’t love Phoebe he only loved what she would bring with her if he married her.

He faked a smile again, thinking to himself that he would deal with her after marrying her.

"Are you sure that you will not regret those words darling." A bitter smile returned to his face

Him calling her darling had goosebumps grow on Phoebe’s body. "If I were you, I would worry about your company. You are about to enter into an agreement with Halstead but it will not work out.

I see black shadows all around you which signify misfortune. I say go with D.P holdings. You will thank me later." Phoebe planned to use D.P holdings to seize Dickson’s company.

If he went with Halstead, his company would grow to become one of the biggest companies in the country, she couldn’t allow it.

David had told her that Dickson had used his company D.C pharma to impress the Saxon clan elders and become chairman of the Saxon group.

At the moment, D.C pharma was a fledgling company, a seed that could be crushed before it could get a chance to bloom.

Phoebe did not want to deal with Dickson anymore, she had other things to do, one of which was the cleansing ritual for Sarah Miller.

She stepped out from behind the counter. Hastily, Dickson stood in her way, blocking her path. Phoebe could see the unhappiness on his face, he was not a man that liked to be outsmarted.

His D.C pharma was a secret company just like David’s D.P.

"You are truly impressive, I have heard of your amazing supernatural abilities for a while now but never thought I would witness it for myself. Are you sure about what you are telling me right now?"

His eyes narrowed to study her face. He was emotionally intelligent and didn’t trust easily.

Phoebe’s lowered eyes lifted to stare at him, she wore a warm smile one that was well rehearsed.

"I am certain, your business won’t last a year if you don’t do as i say but feel free to do as you please." Phoebe made a move to by-pass him but he caught her by the arm.

"Do you really think that I believe you? You don’t like me, I can tell for i am not a fool, so why are you helping me?" His dangerous dark eyes dug into hers.

Disgust crawled allover Phoebe’s skin where Dickson touched her, it was better to hug a snake than to feel his touch.

A history of his wrong doings against her in the past life returned to her, to control her raging emotions Phoebe’s fingers came to form a tight fists.

[Get your filthy paws off me before I punch that plastic face of yours. If I did not need to keep you a live for a while longer, I would dig your eyes out with a spoon.] Phoebe yanked her arm away from him.

"You are not wrong about that, I do not care at all for you. However, you are still David’s family therefore it’s sort of my obligation to warn you." Phoebe sneered and turned to walk away. "Oh, remember to pay the consultation fee, nana, make sure that he pays no less than ten thousand dollars, if he doesn’t, report him to the police."

To Dickson, the more Phoebe showed her disinterest, the more he wanted her. He would tame her later on but for now he loved the fire on her, his imagination run wild to how passionate she would be in his bed.

His greed for her grew even more, burning hotter than hell fire.

"You must hate me because of the past friendship between me and Ruth, I know everything darling but you should know that I was never interested in her." His words forced her to pause in her steps, it was a thunderclap that attracted grandma Mayfair’s attention as well.

"My oh my, you must be the ninth wonder in the world. You followed Ruth around for years like a desperate puppy and now suddenly you are denying your interest in her?" Old lady Mayfair laughed dryly.

Dickson clicked his tongue. "Granny did i ever once come to the elders of your family and confess my feelings for her? No! I did have a childhood crush on her to an extent at some point but as we grew up I realized that she was using me so I out grew that crush.

She was like a sister to me, remember the man she adored with all her heart was David, my cousin. Those two had a very special bond but David being a play boy and all, he gets bored easily." His eyes met those of Phoebe as he spoke his last words.

Phoebe laughed, so loudly that she held her stomach for it hurt. "Did you say that you didn’t love her? Oh come on Dickson I am a shaman. I can see things that are written deep within your soul. You would have given her even the last drop of your blood if need be but since she isn’t a Mayfair you lost interest didn’t you?" She teased knowing very well that she had hit a nerve.

"Aah..that’s not right, you still wanted her even though she was not a Mayfair. You want to live like an ancient emperor, a queen in one hand with the right connections to safeguard your interests and a favorite concubine in the other to lavish with your love. What was your plan, to marry two sisters?"

It skipped all of their minds that there were customers around that were quite interested in the back of forth, some that were residents of the founding lane.

The gossip mill was about to go wild again.