Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

All the secret whispering between Phoebe, David and Maureen caught Miranda's eye and she decided to poke her nose into the conversation. "What are we whispering about?"

"Tight pants Brad over there." Maureen whispered. "We think that something is off about him."

Miranda sighed in relief. "Oh, thank God it's not just me. I thought that I was just imagining things and I did not want to say anything and be called rude. He is too young for her, right?"

"Agreed." Maureen confirmed.

Miranda covered her mouth, lowered her head even more and whispered. "It's what everyone in the chat is saying. They think he is a sugar baby, and Ruby is willing to poach him. She is paying as much as fifty thousand dollars for his information."

Phoebe was observing everyone else at that table, and she had noticed that Thomas could not take his eyes off Bradley.

[Why is Thomas looking at Bradley like that. Is he attracted to him or is he also wondering if he is a sugar baby? Of course he is a sugar baby, look at him. Can he even walk in those pants? The man's junk is not breathing,

Hehehe...It would be awesome if he dropped dead and ended up on Claire's table with the cause of death being suffocated junk. But Ruby Castille is shameless, how can she poach a man from Margaret so openly? Oooh, I hope she does because that will be an epic fight.

The lane has been too quiet lately; someone needs to start some shit. Maybe I should have grandma and Dorothy Cook meet accidentally.]

Phoebe did not know that their little group of whisperers was being watched as closely as Thomas was watching Bradley and when they saw what she was thinking, they snickered.

"Ahem...Hmmm. mmmm." Grandma Saxon cleared her throat and glared at the group. If she could, she would tell Phoebe to shut her mind up too because it was talking nonsense.

They stopped whispering but Miranda who liked prying into other people's businesses began to ask the questions they were curious about directly. "So Mr. Bradley, how old are you and what do you do for a living?" Her nosy stare lingered on him.

[That's it Miranda, start some shit...hahahaha]

On the surface, Phoebe looked calm and innocent but, on the inside, she was anything but that. The rest of the Saxon's that could see her thoughts were trying to laugh.

The steak knife in Margaret's hand hit the plate with a thud. "In the name of the Saints and Angels can the man have his meal first before you begin the questioning and accusing Miranda. I already know what you are thinking." Her tone was armored, every word a shield almost like as though she did not want him to answer the question.

Brad moved his hand to pat the top of Margaret's hand. "Oh, it is alright sweetheart, I can answer that, I have nothing to hide." He craned his neck to meet Miranda's gaze. "I am a freelancer, meaning that I do a lot of things as long as I financially benefit from it." He gave her a vague answer.

[Bum, he is a bum!] Phoebe thought.

Maureen, Nile, Nini and a few people burst into laughter.

"Phoebe Mayfair!" Grandma Saxon called her sternly. "Stop talking."

Phoebe blinked, confused because she had not said a word. [Is grandma hearing voices?]

Grandma Saxon sighed and decided to just let things be. How would she begin explaining that they could see Phoebe's thoughts.

A cackle left Miranda's lips. "So, you are unemployed. I would hate for Margaret to end up with someone that cannot take care of her. We are like sisters and as a sister I must tell you that she has expensive taste." She stretched her arm to wave over Bradley from head to toe. "And no offense but you look a little too young to be able to afford the things she fancies." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, her eyes shifting to Margaret.

Margaret sneered at Maureen and replied, "Well then, sister be rest assured not to worry about that because Brad is a man with strong financial backing. He gave me a hefty sum, and I have been able to settle the debts of D.C pharma today." Her cold but smiling provocative eyes drifted to David.

She looked at him specifically because he had been among those that stopped Rufus from giving her the money.

It was not new information to David that she had settled the debt because he got a call about it. But he had wondered how his aunt had been able to come up with such a huge sum of money without the help of the Saxon's or her maternal family.

"You don't say?" David feigned shock and twisted the stem between his fingers, sending the wine into a lazy swirl. "It is interesting that a young man like yourself is vastly wealthy so much so that he can throw out billions easily. So, is your family from here? I have never seen you here before and I know all the rich folks in this town, or might I say this country." He continued to ask, hoping to get a lead on who Bradley was.

It was odd that he had no knowledge of such a rich young man. Roxanne had a list of all the wealthy people in the country. Alfa securities secretly monitored them and there was no Bradley Taylor or Taylor family of billionaires.

A smile formed on Brad's lips. "David, was it?" He playfully pointed at a butter knife at him. "Don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?" A dry laugh rattled out of him, as if daring David to find the joke in his words.

He did not and neither did Miranda who snorted loudly. "Good thing a cat has got nine lives, so tell us about your family." She propped her fingers under her chin.

The smile on Bradley's lips continued to exist. "Well, everyone I meet tends to become family to me, but I have a daughter whom I hope that you will meet very soon." He stated smoothly.

Eyes moved around in search of another new face. "Is she joining us?" Nini asked.

"Not tonight. Clarisse is not feeling well so she skipped dinner, but she is in my residence." Margaret's eyes moved to the head maid. "Catalina please make sure to take a plate of food for her." She politely requested, leaving Catalina speechless.

"Did she just say please?" Ramon whispered a question.

Because she was short of words, Catalina responded by nodding vehemently.

On the other hand, grandpa Saxon was not thrilled by what he heard. "Wait a damn minute, does this mean that there is another stranger roaming freely on my lands without my knowledge?" He dropped a question; a dull ache of disappointment shadowed his gaze.

On realizing it, Margaret shifted her attention to old man Rufus. "Actually, I was hoping that you would be gracious enough to allow me host my guests here at the tower." She gently made a request.