Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 531: Request denied.

[This is the part where aunt Maureen calls someone a moron, a fool, an idiot. She is not even a Saxon so why is she bringing uninvited guests to the tower as if she owns it? I am so mad, I am so mad...arrgh!!]

Phoebe's sentiments were shared by all the table. They were all surprised to hear that Margaret had not spoken to the old patriarch about Brad and his daughter staying in her quarters at the tower.

Didn't she know that strangers were not allowed on the grounds for so many different reasons? How many demons and other supernatural creatures were looking for a way onto the grounds of this tower? How many criminals__human criminals, were waiting for the opportunity to search the tower for jewels and cash?

[Fool, fool, big fool. Someone should get up and slap her, punch her teeth out and slam her head into the table.]

Maureen pinched Phoebe's hand and she winced. "Aunt." she whined. She did not notice that almost every Saxon was looking at her.

Bradley noticed the change in the mood, and he shook his head. He frowned and appeared to disapprove of Margaret's decision "My goodness Margaret! That is just very disrespectful to the elders here. I thought that you had done that already!" The light in his eyes fractured as he turned from her to the elders. "Mr. and Mrs. Saxon, I apologize for our intrusion

[Apologize, shmologize!!! I hope grandpa doesn't allow this. We are living in dangerous times where strangers could be anything in disguise. He could be a demon, a shape shifter, a vampire, zombie wearing good make-up. No stranger comes to this tower without a hidden purpose especially not with Ravana's minions running around.]

The Saxon's that saw the thought gasped silently, they could never get used to seeing Phoebe's thoughts. They wondered how she knew about Ravana but then figured she had heard the story from Edward or anyone in the founding families. The supernatural war was not a secret among the founding families.

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The old patriarch lifted his arm, a quiet but firm demand for silence from Margaret who was grumbling. "It does not matter whether I was told or not because it will not change my decision Mr. Bradley. Neither you nor your daughter can spend any night here at the tower. Not even if you are Margaret's guests." He informed them.

"B-but that is just unfair! They are my guests, and I have every right to host them here because this is my home, I am a Saxon too." Her words wavered, not from fear but the effort to leash rage she was feeling.

A part of her wished that she could grow claws and use them to rip out Rufus's throat. Why had the old man come back to life? Things were easier when he was half dead and bedridden.

Robert let out a measured sound, one that was mocking. "Yes, a Saxon by marriage and by the looks of things you might end up having to drop that name and adapt to calling yourself Taylor. What you did is disturbing because even we real Saxons request for permission from father or mother before bringing strangers on the tower grounds. If you truly considered yourself as one of the family, you would not flaunt the rules of the family." He condemned strongly, justifying his father's decision.

"I don't see what the big deal is, you are all simply being cruel and uptight. Brad is rich, he can afford to buy himself a nice and comfortable home. He just wanted to stay for a few days, not even a week." Margaret chimed in.

"It is still a strong no." Grandma Saxon said. "Some of the women that married into this family have never invited their family members to sleep over, but you think you can just bring in a stranger. Does it make sense to you?"

"Not even my husband slept over when we were dating." Rose-Bell snickered.

Defeated, Margaret cast her gaze heaven ward, as if begging for crumbs of patience. The Saxon's were really compelling her to step out of her new good woman character.

"It is okay Margaret; I can always come here to see you or is that forbidden too?" Brad squeezed her fingers lightly; his eyes moved to the old patriarch Rufus in search of a response.

Margaret answered swiftly. "Of course you can, everyday if you like, right uncle in law?" She quizzed.

"No." Grandma Saxon said firmly.

Rufus let out a loud weary sigh and pushed his wheelchair away from the table. "Phoebe and your companions please meet me in my study after your dinner." He politely requested.

"Yes sir." Phoebe answered smoothly, stealing another glance at Brad. She sniffed his scent from a distance because the spirit said that he smelt off, but she couldn't smell anything funny.

Maureen belched softly, covering her mouth as she excused herself. "Alright let's get down to business, it is getting late." She told Phoebe. First, she thanked Miranda and grandma Mayfair for the food and then excused herself.

After about five minutes, Phoebe led her group into the old patriarch's study. He was swallowing his vitamins and tonics from Phoebe when they arrived.

"I see that you are religiously taking your tonics grandpa, your legs must be very strong by now." She spoke as they settled in the brand-new sofas that were placed in the open area.

Grandpa Rufus shifted forward and stood up; he went as far as to waggle his legs like a rooster fluffing its feathers. "Actually, I can walk now but I am keeping things low key. Child, I do not know what you put in those medicines of yours, but it must be magical because I feel stronger than I felt before I fell ill." He praised her skills.

"Hold on." Maureen blinked rapidly. "Uncle Rufus, you can walk?" The words left her lips like a gasp. "Why then are you still driving that wheelchair around and keeping things low key? Are you trying to lure out an enemy?" She continued to ask, her eyes never leaving his perfectly normal legs.

A measured laugh came from Rufus. "Child always learn to confuse your enemies. When I first returned to the academy I had no idea how things were run in my absence, and I needed to probe around without coming off so strong or threatening. You can never underestimate a wheelchair or a walking cane in an investigation, it can be a good disguise and misleading tool. Those dingbats from the school thought that I was still weak just because I was using this wheelchair.

I pretended to be so weak that I needed to nap in hidden corners and support to go from one place to another. It gave me the opportunity to plant listening bugs and eavesdrop on conversations. This helped me to do my investigations thoroughly, now it is time for a cleanup. That is one of the reasons I called you here." He settled in a single chair.