Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 450: In Silver nation.

Maureen growled a warning to Andre; the sound was like that of a wolf on the precipice of an attack. Phoebe could not help thinking that Andre was treading in very dangerous waters. Maureen was not a woman to cross.

[This fool!! His mouth is really troublesome. You are skating on thin ice brother, thin ice.]

Old lady Mayfair was not sure what they were up to, but she was displeased for sure. "Phoebe, I hate to go all in on your personal business, but you said they would be helping out in the cafe."

"Nana, helping out is more than serving coffee, selling potions and faking smiles. Ghost work is also cafe work, our main work as a matter of fact. Haven't you always been worried when I go out to work cases on my own?" Phoebe put her hands on her grandmother's shoulders and turned her back in the direction of the door. "Now, you won't have to worry anymore because I have help. We will be back in a jiffy."

She kissed her on the cheek and got rid of her. Through the painting, Phoebe and her companions left Citrus city and landed in an alley behind a mall in Crested town within the blink of an eye.

Phoebe eagerly looked around for it was her first time in Silver nation. Crested town was a charming place, a modern village that had preserved traditional appearances. It had cobblestone streets, lined by mismatched buildings that went back for generations. It was a tourist town that housed lot of family run cafes, handcraft shops, and street musicians.

"Rekha your painting skills are top notch; this place looks exactly how you painted it." Phoebe praised. Her nostrils sniffed the air that was heavily scented with the smell of heavenly pastries.

She bought herself some of their famous candies like honeyberry lollies, candied peels and rose sugar peels. Andre added more to the pile by purchasing spiced toffee drops and maple nut clusters.

Phoebe had come with the traveler's backpack, so everything went inside.

"She even drew the candy hawking shops perfectly!" She exclaimed.

Andre was a little jealous because he had also drawn part of the painting, but he had not been praised. He twisted his lips in a dismissive way. "Oh, come on, I have been drawing using this painting to travel around the world. One doesn't have to be a genius to draw or paint." He blurted out.

Phoebe was quick to smack him on his back. "You did what Andre? You are not taking back my painting for sure, you will ruin it and alert others to its presence. Do you know how many people and creatures involved in the supernatural world would love to get their hands on it? Do not play around with the supernatural stuff Andre, they are not toys." She cast him a disappointed look.

Blinking rapidly, Andre bit his bottom lip. If only he kept his mouth shut no one would find out. He could fight Maureen for the picture, but Phoebe was his baby sister, with one word she could have him eating out of the palm of her hand.

Maureen shook her head, took a few steps away and called Cain Ledger's number while the rest continued with random shopping for souvenirs like ordinary tourists.

When Maureen reached Cain on the phone, he was surprised to hear that they had already arrived in the Silver nation and were in Crested town. Realistically, it should have taken them hours to get there, not minutes. He did not ask how they had made it and gave her directions to his house.

They took a taxi to his house which was in an estate just beyond the town. The estate was home to a lot of Silver nation's elite and wealthy, graded according to the size of their bank accounts. It was separated from Crested town by a glittering wrought-iron gate which was heavily guarded.

At the entrance was a huge billboard reading, "Welcome to Silverleaf Estate."

It was heavily guarded on the inside, and they were allowed in after a call was made to Cain Ledger. The inside of the estate was as beautiful as Founding Lane. Sprawling mansions perched on rolling hills, manicured gardens and shimmering pools.

Cain Ledger's house was as they expected, a mansion built on acres of land. There were police men who questioned them shortly before they were allowed to drive through the gate leading into the mansion.

"Well, he did not lie about the government watching him." Maureen commented, counting the number of police officers at the gate. More than twenty officers were loitering around or sitting in their squad cars.

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Rekha scratched the back of her head. "Could you brief me about the case? I forgot to ask."

"Evil doll." Maureen stated, her words made Rekha groan in the same way Maureen had done when Cain first said it.

She had encountered at least two evil dolls in her career as a guardian and they all involved kids. One had not ended well. If there was an option, she would have preferred to skip this case.

The taxi dropped them near the entrance of the house, after clearing the fee Phoebe led her group inside where a butler that seemed to have been eagerly waiting for them led them straight to the lounge where Cain Ledger was waiting.

He stood at the center of the room holding a glass of an alcoholic drink__rum from the smell. He was not alone, a man that looked exactly like him sat on a sofa that was positioned close to the wide window framed by open velvet curtains.

Cain's face brightened upon seeing them. "My saviors you are finally here!" His voice echoed through the room, he shifted his eyes to the man and introduced him as his younger brother, Clifford Ledger.

Maureen nodded once. "You could pass for twins." She commented.

Her words elicited a laugh from Cain. "How do you think I was able to come to Fog country. Clifford pretended to be me for some days."

Clifford remained seated; he did not look as excited as Cain to see them. His demeanor was almost unwelcoming with his narrowed and suspicious gaze pointed at them.

'Who is the shaman of the three of you." He quizzed, his eyes shifting among the three women.

Phoebe raised her hand halfway. "I am."

Seizing Phoebe with his eyes, Clifford sneered, his head moved from side to side. "Really Cain! She looks like she stopped breastfeeding yesterday. Is this the expert you brought? She must be a fake or a baby shaman learning the ropes. She cannot handle that thing...."

"Shhhh" Cain hushed him. "You know that it hates it when we call it that! We have incurred enough bad luck." Worry marred on his facial features.

Clifford rolled his eyes. "Fine, I am sorry but look at her size and height. She is way too young! Are you not tired of killing innocent people over this?" A mix of genuine pain and fear pooled in his eyes.

Instinctively Andre took a few steps back, his eyes looked at the door, which was now shut, tightly in his opinion. "Killing?" His voice came out barely more than a whisper.

"Who is killing who here? What the hell is going on here?" Rekha barked, her body shifting into combat mode.

The Saxon spirit suddenly appeared before everyone with a pink gun that it aimed at Cain's head directly. "I am not supposed to kill humans randomly, but I will shoot if you do not start talking." Its finger moved to the trigger.