Phoenix Revenge System-Chapter 92: PRS

After the major incident involving the Bria family that left them missing overnight, the capital returned to calm and activities resumed as before.

"Finally, life is back to normal," said one resident of the capital while reading the morning newspaper.

"Yes, I hope there won’t be another incident like yesterday. It was a shame for our city," replied his friend with relief.

All those guilty have received their punishment, including Lusi, who suffered greatly in prison as the poison Isabella administered continued to erode her organs undetectably. The doctor who examined her believed her complaints were merely an excuse and withheld any medication, believing she didn’t need it.

"Doctor, please believe me! I’m really sick! My body feels like it’s burning from the inside!" Lusi groaned, her face pale.

"The test results show you’re fine. This is just your drama," the prison doctor replied flatly and walked away.

"NO! HELP ME!" Lusi cried desperately, but no one listened.

The newlywed couple targeted by Lusi are now on their honeymoon, enjoying worldly pleasures in a legally and religiously sanctioned relationship.

"I’m so grateful we survived that evil plan, honey," Liana said, hugging her husband tightly.

"Me too. We owe a great debt to Morgan and Isabella. Without them, who knows what would have happened to us," Leon replied, kissing his wife’s forehead affectionately.

The rest of the family has returned to their normal activities, juggling paperwork and clients, expanding their market and expanding their reach, which now spans nearly the entire globe.

Since the incident at her eldest sister’s wedding, Isabella and Morgan Elio’s relationship has become more harmonious.

"Isabella, I’m so impressed with how you’ve handled all of this," Morgan praised, gazing at his fiancée with admiration.

"We did it together, Morgan. You’ve been a great help, too," Isabella replied with a gentle smile.

With his intelligence, Morgan Elio seized the opportunity to grow closer to his fiancée.

"I think we should expand our business to the eastern region. I’ve prepared a complete proposal," Morgan said, handing Isabella a thick document.

"That’s a great idea. Let’s discuss it in more detail with Uncle Andra tomorrow," Isabella replied, skimming the proposal.

He secured many large tenders, and the two largest powers in the two South Asian countries joined forces, and all his opponents eventually withdrew in an orderly fashion.

"They have no choice but to retreat. Our strength is too great to overcome," said one of the rival company’s top executives with a resigned tone.

"Never mind, we’d better focus on other sectors. Fighting them would be suicide," added his colleague with a tired expression.

The Cromson and Alegra business empires grew rapidly, and they now rank as the second and third richest families in the world, wielding immense influence.

"Papa, look at this quarterly report. Our profits increased 45% compared to last year," Morgan reported with a beaming face.

"Excellent! This is all thanks to all of your hard work. Keep up the good work," praised Mr. Cromson proudly.

The underworld business of the two families has also experienced a drastic increase, especially Dark Evil, which has taken control of the southern route of Country S. Business there is very good and growing very quickly.

"Boss, the southern route is completely under our control. There are no disturbances at all," reported one of the Dark Evil members to Andra.

"Good. Make sure everything runs smoothly. Don’t let anyone dare disturb our territory," Andra ordered firmly.

In just a few months, Dark Evil had built several factories in Country S, ensuring smooth distribution routes to the central hemisphere.

Having power in both the upper world and the underworld is certainly advantageous, and enemies have to think twice before attempting to harm them.

"We can’t attack them carelessly. They have power on both sides, legal and illegal," whispered a rival to his subordinate.

"So what’s our plan, Boss?" asked his subordinate, confused.

"Let’s just wait for the right opportunity. Be patient," replied the Boss with a sharp gaze.

If country S is very active and dynamic, it is different with a small country located in the middle of the waters, not far from country I where the population there is very small and does not have active activities.

Most of them work only at night; only a small number work during the day: farmers who grow rice and raise livestock. The rest work as psychics with clients from various parts of the world.

"How many clients have come this week?" a village head asked his assistant.

"About twenty, sir. Mostly from Europe and Asia," the assistant replied, checking a notebook.

Besides paying with money, clients often bring them livestock and various basic necessities, making life in this small country quite prosperous.

Whoosh...

The cold night wind and the loud chirping of crickets didn’t dampen everyone’s spirits, especially those who worked at night.

Several houses, nestled in the bamboo forest, were busy fulfilling various tasks according to their clients’ requests.

This included a small wooden house nestled a little way into the bamboo forest.

"Are you ready? Once you perform this ritual, there’s no turning back," said the middle-aged shaman in a deep voice that echoed in the dark room.

Hearing the shaman’s words, the handsome, well-built man nodded firmly. There was no turning back; to satisfy his obsession, he had taken this major step.

"I’ve thought this through carefully. Nothing can change my decision," the man murmured, his gaze sharp and determined.

"Do as you should. As long as I get what I want, I will follow all your instructions," he replied firmly in an unwavering tone.

"Very well. But remember, once you begin, there’s no turning back. The consequences will be severe," the shaman warned once more.

"I understand the risks. Just do it," the man urged impatiently.

After receiving his client’s answer, the shaman immediately performed the ritual, according to his client’s request.

"Sit in the center of this circle. Don’t move no matter what," the psychic instructed, lighting incense and candles around the room.

The man obediently followed the instructions, sitting cross-legged in the center of the circle with his eyes closed, preparing for the ritual that would change his life forever.

Time passed quickly; it had been a year since the Phoenix System had accompanied Isabella and helped her realize her dreams.

She would soon be 24, and she had achieved many good things along the way.

"Time flies so fast. It feels like just yesterday I got this Phoenix System," Isabella murmured, gazing at the evening sky from her office window.

Not only had she become a successful career woman with various businesses spread across several countries, but she had also achieved the warmth of a family she had always dreamed of, completely healing the wounds that had once opened in her heart and drying without a trace.

"I am so grateful for everything I have achieved. Family, career, everything is perfect," Isabella said with a sincere smile.

Isabella, too busy with various matters following the incident that nearly injured her eldest sister at her sister’s wedding, rarely checked the Phoenix System. Usually, after her daily check-in and spinning the wheel of fortune, she would be busy with her own affairs.

This afternoon, Isabella felt a slight difference in her body. It was as if a powerful force had suddenly entered and struck her hard.

"Uhh... what’s happening?" Isabella muttered, holding her suddenly heavy head.

It was warm and powerful enough that she closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the power to enter and integrate into her body.

"It feels like... a very powerful energy is flowing throughout my body," she whispered, her breath slightly labored.

After five minutes, Isabella, feeling her body had returned to normal, slowly opened her eyes, her aura stronger than before.

Now, Isabella felt like a new person. The bright aura radiating from her body was very bright and radiated majesty, like a wise leader.

"Phoenix System, what’s happening to my body? Is my Phoenix Queen System at 100 percent?" she asked suspiciously, her voice still trembling slightly.

[DING!!!]

[Yes, Host. The Phoenix Queen System has been fully activated, so Host now possesses the aura of a queen, along with the benefits that come with it.]

"So this is what a queen’s aura is... incredible," Isabella murmured, feeling the new power flowing through her body.

Hearing the Phoenix System’s words, Isabella felt delighted, having completed all her missions, and now she just needed to capitalize on the benefits it offered her.

"Finally! All my hard work has paid off. Now I can focus on more important things," Isabella said with satisfaction.

The queenly aura radiating from Isabella was so powerful, it made everyone around her bow involuntarily.

"There’s something different about Miss Isabella today," one employee whispered to her colleague.

"Yes, her aura is more... amazing. I feel like I want to respect her more than usual," her colleague replied in admiration.

In fact, oftentimes, with just one glance, the person she was talking to would submit, not daring to resist. This made negotiating with clients much easier, as she could easily convince them. This further streamlined her business.

"Very well, Ms. Clark. We agree to all the terms and conditions you proposed," one major client said quickly after meeting Isabella’s eyes.

"A wise decision, Mr. Johnson. I guarantee you won’t regret it," Isabella replied with a charming smile.

Liora’s wedding was postponed due to her partner’s infidelity, causing her to immerse herself in her work.

"Sis Liora, are you okay? You look very tired," Isabella asked worriedly when she saw her sister at the office late at night.

"I’m fine, Bella. Work makes me forget all my problems," Bianca replied with a bitter smile.

The family stopped making demands because they didn’t want to add to the young woman’s grief.

"Let Liora calm down first. She needs time to heal," their mother said understandingly.

"Yes, don’t force her. When she’s ready, she’ll open her heart again," their father added, stroking Liora’s head affectionately.

Meanwhile, Almes, who still doesn’t have a girlfriend, asked his youngest sister to marry first. Considering that Morgan Elio is no longer young and the Cromson family only has one heir, Almes’s good intentions were welcomed by everyone.

"Bella, Liora and I agree that you should marry Morgan first. You’re a perfect match," Almes said sincerely.

"But Almes, I don’t want to get ahead of you," Isabella replied hesitantly.

"It’s okay. This is the best decision for our family. Besides, we want to see you happy," Liora added, hugging her sister.

Isabella, who felt that Morgan Elio was a good match, didn’t reject the wishes of the two families, who asked her to formalize their relationship immediately.

"Bella will follow all the good arrangements Mommy and Daddy have made," Isabella said in a soft but firm voice.

Isabella’s words delighted the entire Alegra family, especially Liora and Almes, who had always hoped for their sister’s happiness.

"Thank you, dear. You’re such a good girl," their mother said, hugging Isabella with tears in her eyes.

"We will prepare the best wedding for you, our daughter," their father added proudly.

They both realized they couldn’t stand in the way of Isabella’s happiness. Their tragic love story shouldn’t hinder her youngest sister.

"Bella deserves happiness. Don’t let our problems affect her life," Almes whispered to Liora.

"I agree. Let’s support her fully," Liora replied, nodding.

Morgan Elio, upon hearing that Isabella had agreed to marry, was so happy that he immediately hired a professional wedding organizer to handle the wedding.

"I want everything to be perfect for Isabella. There can be no mistakes," Morgan instructed the wedding organizer seriously.

"Don’t worry, Mr. Cromson. We will ensure your wedding will be the best ever," the wedding organizer assured him confidently.

This time, he would truly give Isabella a special day she would never forget.

"Isabella deserves the best. I will give everything for her," Morgan murmured as he stared at Isabella’s photo on his phone with a happy smile.