Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 350: Phoebe is blindsided.

The entire building was plunged into a darkness, no matter how much she tried, Phoebe couldn’t see anything. Her fingers fumbled through the purse in search of her phone. Unfortunately, she had left it on the table back in the auction hall.

"Shit!" she hissed.

Her eyes darted around in the pitch-dark empty hall, goose bumps covered her skin she just felt like someone or something was watching her.

"H-h-hello? Is someone there?" She spoke as she entered the bathroom slowly. She figured it was good place to ambush anyone that tried to get smart with her.

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She used some of her ghost energy to make her eyes more powerful, she could see better, but it was still dim. In the back of her mind, she berated herself for forgetting to stock up flashlights in her space.

A slow creak forced her to pause in her steps, someone was definitely there, her instincts told her to do one thing only; run.

Even though she had talismans and some special abilities, Phoebe knew better than to be arrogant. The Saxon spirit had told her not to engage in any battle if she was unsure that she would win, there were far more powerful things in the world than her.

It had also told her that if her mind screamed run, she had to turn tail and run. She made a mad dash out of the bathroom but didn’t make it far before her foot caught on something, tripping her and causing her to fall down.

Before she could get her bearings and rise up, something was slapped on her back, pushing her down. It felt heavy, like a tanker was sitting on her back.

Footsteps came closer, through the peripherals of her eyes, she made out two pairs of men’s shoes before another talisman was slapped on the base of her neck. It made her feel weak, as if all the energy had been locked away or sucked out.

"What have you done to me?" She whispered and struggled to raise herself to her feet, but it was a battle, she felt weak like a newborn kitten that did not even know how to walk.

Dim lights came on, the backup generator of the museum had kicked in. The florescent bulbs in the bathroom flickered as light returned to them.

Phoebe raised her eyes and looked around, she could now see the faces of her attackers, two people, one at the front and the other at the back unfortunately they were covered in black masks and she could hardly identify them.

The weight of the talisman on her back started to lighten, she moved backwards using her hands, her eyes did not leave the two men however.

"Who the hell are you? What the hell do you want?" She questioned as she squeezed herself into an open stall, figuring the two men could not fit in there at the same time.

If she could take them on one by one, even if she was weak the odds of winning were on her side. More importantly, she could trick them and maybe take them into her space, in there she had absolute control.

One hissed and the other laughed dryly. "Are you sure that this is the girl that reversed the spell on the Elroy boy? She’s just a little too young and weak."

"Shut up and do your job, the master ordered us to slit her throat, perhaps whatever she did to him will die along with her." The one at the back spoke, he seemed to be the one in charge.

The Elroy boy? She knew that reversing spells would land her in trouble with warlocks and witches because they would suffer backlash, but the Elroy case was so old that it had molds on it, why did the warlock take too long to take revenge?

Phoebe decided to pry some answers out of their mouths and buy more time for her strength to continue recovering. She moaned and clutched her chest as if she was so weak.

"Is that why you are here?" she asked and coughed. "What kind of backlash did he suffer? I can help revive that warlock, there is a way, but I won’t be able to do that if I am six feet under the ground.

Why don’t you give your master a call first, I am sure that we can come to a compromise." A rueful smirk curled on her lips.

The man at the front blinked frequently, buying what Phoebe was saying. "Let’s take her to him perhaps she could heal him..."

"Shut up Alonso! If you cannot do it then I will." The man at the back took four steps and swung a knife in Phoebe’s direction, she dodged it narrowly.

Both men were surprised, they realized that she was not as weak as she was acting. They also realized that she was more energetic than she was when the first talisman had been slapped on her back.

"I’ll be damned if I let you harm her." Came a voice from the toilet stall which was directly opposite that one.

The door of that stall suddenly flew open, a flying punch swung across the air and landed on the face of Phoebe’s attacker. He staggered backwards and fell on the floor unconscious.

Phoebe gasped. "Aunt Maureen?"

Of all people she ever imagined coming to her rescue, aunt Maureen never made the list. The power she had just displayed was extraordinary, not something an ordinary human could do.

"How did you do that with just one punch?" Phoebe quizzed?

She sat on the floor as her legs were too weak to support the rest of her body.

"Ever heard of Kitty knuckles?" Aunt Maureen twisted her clenched fist as she displayed the metallic weapon with two sharp cat ears. "Every girl should have one."

Her narrowed eyes stared at the trembling man whose name Phoebe had come to learn was Alonso. His eyes darted around in search of an escape route, he dropped the knife and run off, leaving his friend behind.

Aunt Maureen chuckled. "That’s right cowards live longer."

She moved and crouched next to Phoebe. "Wow, you look terrible, let’s remove the talisman." Aunt Maureen yanked it off the talismans on her back and neck. She chanted some words, the talisman caught fire and burnt to ashes.

Phoebe watched her in disbelief as she did it all with ease and then started searching the unconscious man’s body of the man that had been left behind.

"What are you searching for?" Phoebe pulled herself to her feet, her body was normalizing fast now that the talismans were gone.

"Anything that will tell me who he is, some warlock minions tend to have markings like slaves had in the olden days."

She looked at the base of his neck and saw a tattoo of a triangle with three circles. She stood up, lifted the unconscious man with one hand and tossed him inside the bathroom stall. His head landed inside the toilet bowl.

"I know the warlock who sent them, and I am going to hurt him really good for trying to kill a Mayfair." She locked the toilet.

Phoebe chuckled dryly, she wanted to clap her hands, her aunt was impressive. "Aunt, I saw you chant a spell! Who the hell are you really?"