Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 586: Could be Ruth.

Instinctively, David zoomed and scrutinized the pictures. Given Bradley's age, he was expecting a younger girl compared to the one that he was seeing. In the pictures was a younger woman, she looked to be somewhere on her early twenties.

Her hair was a shade of red that was not fiery red like Phoebe's. Instead, it was a shade of burnished copper. The picture had been taken when she was at a country club in Silver nation last summer. Her hair gleamed like autumn leaves kissed by the last rays of the sun.

"Doesn't she look familiar? " He spoke with mild uncertainty, displaying the picture from his phone to the group.

Phoebe clapped once and instantly spoke up. "Her! Of course she does, she was one of the clients that was with Ophelia at the Muni beauty bar. I remember the faces of all the clients that had been inside just on case Ruth was masquerading as one of them." She answered, her eyes still pinned on the picture.

How could she forget the young lady whose beauty was so unnaturally mesmerizing. Her hair was red but not too red, and yet not brown. It was impossible to assign it a specific color. Her skin was too luminous and too flawless. Her eyes had been amber, Phoebe was sure of that because she had seen them flash her way for a second before the woman run out, panicked like the other clients.

Nodding in acknowledgement, Maureen twisted her lips to the side. "Yes, I remember her too, especially that plastic sharp nose and high cheekbones. I was almost tempted to ask for her surgeon's number." She spoke with unmistakable envy.

Grandma Mayfair gave an eye roll at her daughter's words. Maureen was beautiful and perfect; she did not need to visit the plastic factory and ruin her natural beauty. "David why do you ask? Who is that woman?"

"She is Bradley's daughter." David gave them the news in a skeptical voice.

With a fierce grip, Maureen wretched the phone from his hands. "As if!" She let out a guffaw. "She is too old to be his daughter unless he had her at the age of twelve. This is a grown woman, look at the bazookas on her chest!! She could breastfeed and army of thirty children. She looks more like his girlfriend than his daughter. Roxanne must be mistaken here." She gave her submission.

"No, she is not." David took his phone back. "Roxanne never makes mistakes. I guess that now we get to rule her out because obviously she is not Ruth." He added, half disappointed because now their search for Ruth had to continue.

"No...we should not be too quick to rule her out. If she is Bradley's daughter, then she is the woman that was at the Saxon tower and then we bumped into her at Ophelia's beauty bar. How can it be a coincidence? If Ophelia could have plastic surgery, then Ruth could do the same thing." Phoebe reasoned out, filled with doubts and questions.

"True, true, true. Phoebe is not talking crazy, that cuckoo is capable of doing something like this. Even if it's not her, she is still a lead that could send us in the direction of the master." Maureen seconded. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Grandma Mayfair gazed at David. "There is a story here, we should dig deeper. I would love to see Margaret's face when she finds out that Bradley's daughter is not actually his daughter but his lover." She let out half giggles.

"Where in God's name did you get that theory Nana? You better not post anything about this in that gossip chat group. Margaret and Bradley's ridiculous romantic affair is none of our business, whatever they are hiding is." Phoebe's words came off as lightly scolding but her grandmother did not listen, in fact she was determined to do the opposite.

Phoebe too had a feeling that her words were falling on deaf ears. Her grandmother would make sure that Margaret felt the sting of humiliation.

Rekha tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Guys we should not be standing around; we have a lot to deal with starting with cremating Obed." She reminded Sean and Roman who had yet to leave.

"Urgent business first." David told them.

Phoebe removed the ring and kept it away. The men carried out the body and drove it to the crematorium on the grounds. There was a small church of Saints and Angels on the grounds of Alfa security.

The old priest that had refused to leave because the church was his home was invited to pray for the body before cremation. Everyone else joined them, although none of the men there knew Obed, they still gave him a respectful burial.

Sean even found flowers that he threw into the fire as if they held some kind of meaning.

"You all are so kind. I will never forget the favor that you have done for me. In my next life, I promise to repay you in any way that I can." Obed sniveled as his body was consumed by flames, leaving only ashes behind.

Rekha arched an eyebrow, staring at him quizzically. "Why are you not moving on? Your business on earth is done and over with. Or do you want me to help you find the light?" She asked, her words surprised everyone since she claimed to hate all Montgomery's.

"I cannot leave yet now that I know that my family is in danger." He let out a long, drained sigh. "I desperately want to rush to Emery and tell her everything, but I am afraid that she will not believe a single word that I say. That is why I think that the news will be believable only if it is coming from you." His eyes screamed what his lips couldn't. The words HELP!!

Phoebe smiled reassuringly at Obed. "You don't have to say it, now that we know what has been happening, we will put a stop to it. Of course, we have to warn them because we do not know how this is going to backfire on your family. Azur may attack them or kill them all whatever the case they have to be prepared." She told him.

"And do not forget that snake Morgan, she is going to come for us I am certain." Rekha snarled out.

Letting out a loud yawned, Andre announced that he was going home. "I will take nana with me, and we will go to the council immediately."

"I should probably go to work." Old Lady Mayfair said. Now that she knew all the gossip, her role was done. What could her old bones do in this supernatural fight anyway?

"You all can go, I am going to have a little chat with Ophelia." Maureen pointed at Obed. "Make yourself useful Obed. I suggest that you go to the Montgomery house and keep a look out. This is not a suggestion, it is an order. Do not disappoint me or I will tell Phoebe to slap you until you see the light and then we will throw you into it whether you are ready to move on or not."