Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

From the determination in Margaret Saxon’s eyes, it was clear that this wasn’t something she was going to back down from.

"What is going on with her?" The Saxon spirit asked Phoebe.

Phoebe had no answer, she was just as puzzled as the rest of the Saxon’s especially David that thought he did not understand his aunt anymore. For a moment, he could have sworn that he saw a look of ruthlessness in her eyes. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Is that not enough?" Margaret questioned Rufus, her eyes blazing with a fire that would not be quenched easily.

Grandpa Saxon stared at her, his eyes reflected a mix of shock and surprise. He wondered when the woman whose talent was to backstab and plot against others became a woman with a strong will. It puzzled him why she was hellbent on purchasing the item when she hardly knew what it was.

Lines formed on his forehead as he frowned, did she actually know what was in the box?

"I can go higher if you want but I must have that box." Margaret stood from her seat and made an attempt to move towards the front, she was stopped by her perplexed son.

"Mother what are you doing? What the hell is in that box that you are willing to pay a fortune." Dickson pulled tightly on her arm. "That money is important to me, it must go into my company, don’t ruin my business for unknown trash."

His mother however yanked her arm free and hissed at him. "This is not something that you can understand, I am doing this for our survival." Margaret faced Rex who was standing next to the auctioneer that was holding the silver tray on which the small box sat.

"Why the hell did you invite us here without carefully planning this entire thing out?" She waved the auction pamphlet. "According to this we are free to buy everything in those chests so why are you keeping those items?

Ha? Is it that the council wants to share these rare extremely expensive treasures by themselves? Is there any proof that they are dangerous or is it an excuse the council is using?

One of you was already caught with hands in the pot, stealing from all of us right beneath the careful watch of all of you. Clearly, you have become lax in your duties over time, give us all one good reason why we should continue trusting the council?"

She spread her arms out like the wings of an eagle and looked around, encouraging others to stand with her. It was hard to tell what everyone was thinking, some were shifting uncomfortably in their seats, some were nodding in agreement with Margaret and others were watching with smiles, waiting to see how the council members would respond, especially Rufus that was not just on the council but also her uncle-in-law.

"Margaret Sanderholm! How dare you speak such rubbish words about the council? Even if it has not been perfect lately, you are in no place to pass down judgement on them." Grandpa Saxon yelled; he made it a point to call her by her maiden name.

It was an open secret that the old man was never in support for Margaret joining the Saxon family. She had been a terrible influence on his nephew Adrian Saxon, and it was believed that she frustrated him to his death.

She was the most unpopular woman in the Saxon family, and she was almost thrown out once, but it didn’t happen because Rufus fell ill suddenly and everyone abandoned the issue.

Margaret let out a bitter laugh as if to challenge him from denying the accusation. "Uncle, you know that I am speaking the truth! I heard a rumor that a lot of magical items that the council is supposed to protect are circulating out there. Someone is selling these things, just go to Hartoum a lot of people from expelled families are working as brokers dealing in those items."

Her words caused discontent murmuring to erupt among the audience that were still around. For some, it was new information but others, it was old news as they had heard the rumors.

While they did not concur one hundred percent with Margaret for, she was being disrespectful to old man Rufus, they did believe that it was time for someone to check the council’s dealings in recent years.

Grandpa Saxon wrinkled his nose. "For your information, a very thorough investigation is being done, I personally advocated it when I started handling council affairs again. I am the one that found out that Mrs. Dorothy Cook was embezzling and accepting bribes, I also happen to be the one that made up the new guidelines.

If somebody is messing around, they will be found but like I said, it is not your place to decide on how the council handles its affairs." He pressed his lips tightly together.

His reassuring words made everyone feel at ease, if one person could be counted on to run the council, academy and sects, it was Rufus. He was very strict when it came to management, hardly anything got passed him.

He had only returned and already he was overhauling the system, it was amazing.

"That’s good to know."

"We can leave it to Old Rufus."

Whispers like that and more which expressed how excited people were for others like Dorothy to be exposed traveled around making Rex particularly uncomfortable.

"She is telling a big fat lie! The Council coffers are still intact, nobody is stealing. There are books in which every item is recorded before being safely stowed in the coffers." Rex blinked rapidly, was this what Dorothy meant when she said that she was going to take revenge? Had she told Margaret?

She knew his weakness that he had sold off a few things. But he often took his share before the items were registered so he was not very worried, there was no conclusive evidence.

Dorothy took the opportunity to cause more commotion she stood up and pointed at Rex. "Well since I was fired from the council, I will not go down alone." She cleared her voice. "What Margaret Saxon speaks of is the truth, not just a few have gone missing from the private coffers but the museum and gallery as well.

I know that most of you don’t like me, and I do not give a flying fuck, but you can check if you like. Most of the art pieces in the gallery were swapped for fake ones." Dorothy sneered and sat back down.

Phoebe slapped her forehead, "Well that secret is out." she mumbled.

The Saxon spirit had pointed out all the fakes to her and David, he had been planning to share this with his grandfather Rufus later.

An uproar rose in the room, some people scrambled out, rushing to look at their donations to the museum, others picked up their phones to call appraisers.

Behind the podium, Rex wiped sweat from his forehead and looked around nervously as if he was about to escape.

"See? Who is monitoring the work of the council? No one! So, I am taking my share of our ancestor’s property and mine is that box." Margaret began to walk towards the stage.

"No one is taking that damn box! Do you even know what is in it? I cannot allow you to take it." Rufus’ eyes challenged Margaret to take another step.

His threatening words didn’t stop her though, she continued to walk as she figured that she would fake some tears and apologize later but as for now she was taking the box with her.

"Guys excuse me, all this chaos just gave me running stomach." Aunt Maureen stood and left.

Phoebe stood up as well and her eyes darted around, wondering what she had to do next. "Margaret Saxon has clearly lost her damn mind."

"We cannot let her take that key, I’ll swoop in and take it." The Saxon spirit floated towards the stage.

Phoebe knew the spirit could handle it well so she went to the bathroom such that she would not be in the room when the box disappeared.

Just as she was about to enter it, everything went dark.