Phoenix Revenge System-Chapter 88: PRS

That evening, in Isabella’s room, Liora helped her youngest sister change into the engagement dress she had prepared. The ivory gown, detailed with sparkling Swarovski crystals, hung gracefully on a special hanger, waiting to be worn by its owner.

"Bella, come on. We have to start getting ready now. Morgan must be on his way here," Liora said as she carefully helped Isabella into the dress.

Her flawless beauty, with her many extraordinary abilities, was reflected in the mirror. Her long, purplish-black hair made her look even more like a fairy descended from the heavens, utterly beautiful and captivating. The dress Bianca had chosen perfectly complemented Isabella’s figure, making her look like a fairy princess from a fairy tale.

"You’re so beautiful, Isabella. I’m sure Morgan won’t even blink once he sees you," Liora said admiringly, standing behind Isabella, gazing at her sister’s reflection in the large mirror.

"Yes, the young lady is as beautiful as a fairy. Even more beautiful than famous artists," Liora’s assistant, Nana, chimed in sincerely, her hands expertly smoothing out the small details on Isabella’s dress.

Liora’s assistant helped with Isabella’s makeup because she didn’t want to call a professional MUA, so Liora was forced to hire Nana, a skilled makeup artist, to make her youngest sister look perfect tonight. Nana meticulously applied flawless makeup that made Isabella’s natural beauty shine even more.

"I’m nervous, sis," Isabella whispered, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "What if I say something wrong?"

"Don’t worry, Bella. You’ll be fine. Besides, Morgan will be watching you. He won’t let anything happen to you," Liora comforted, gently rubbing her sister’s shoulder.

Isabella twirled around in front of the mirror a few times, accompanied by admiring glances from her second sister and her assistant, until a knock on the door distracted them.

"Honey, let’s go downstairs. Morgan is waiting for you downstairs," Mikaela said, appearing as soon as Isabella’s bedroom door opened. The middle-aged woman was wearing an elegant navy blue evening gown, her hair neatly tied up in a bun, displaying the elegance of a mother.

Mikaela’s eyes sparkled brightly at Isabella’s stunning beauty. Tears of joy almost welled up in her eyes. "Oh my God, you’re so beautiful, honey. Mommy can hardly believe my little girl is this big and beautiful," Mikaela praised, her voice trembling with emotion.

"Ah, Mommy, that’s so true. I’m beautiful because I inherited Mommy’s beauty," Isabella said, blushing shyly at Michele’s compliment. She hugged her mother briefly, feeling the warmth that always made her feel safe.

"Mommy is so proud of you, honey. You’ve grown into an amazing woman," Mikaela whispered in her daughter’s ear.

"Okay, let’s go downstairs. Your fiancé can’t wait downstairs," Mikaela continued to tease her youngest daughter, whose face was already flushed red with embarrassment.

"Mommy, don’t tease me," Isabella protested with a shy smile.

Flanked by her mother and older sister, Isabella took the elevator downstairs, where two families were already waiting for them in the living room. Throughout the ride, Isabella took deep breaths, trying to calm her increasingly rapid heartbeat.

Grandpa Cromson and Morgan had come to pick her up at the Alegra family mansion, while the rest of the Cromson family remained at the event location to handle the arriving guests.

As soon as Isabella exited the elevator, everyone was transfixed by her beauty, wearing only flawless makeup that night. Although light, the makeup Nana applied to Isabella’s flawless face enhanced her beauty. Her clear, white skin glowed under the crystal chandelier that illuminated the living room.

Morgan, who had been standing nervously, nearly dropped the bouquet of flowers in his hand when he saw Isabella. His mouth fell open slightly, his eyes unable to tear away from his fiancée’s stunning figure.

"Wow...my youngest sister is so beautiful," Almes said adoringly, whistling softly, lightening the mood. "Morgan, you have to take good care of Bella, okay? Otherwise, her older siblings won’t be quiet."

"My youngest sister is always beautiful," Isabella replied narcissistically with a mischievous smile, trying to cover up her nervousness with a joke.

Isabella’s words made everyone who was staring at her in admiration chuckle softly, successfully lightening the initially slightly tense atmosphere. Leon and Demon also laughed at Isabella’s narcissistic antics.

Grandpa Cromson, seeing his grandson unblinking, immediately elbowed him hard in the shoulder. "Ahem, watch out, that drool is dripping," he said jokingly, chuckling at his grandson’s mesmerized expression.

Morgan, who had been elbowed, immediately came to his senses and frantically wiped the corner of his mouth, making everyone around laugh, as this was the first time they’d seen such a flustered man. His face flushed bright red, making him even more adorable.

"Grandpa, there’s no drool," Morgan protested, his face reddening, and he glared at his grandfather.

"But you looked like you wanted to eat Isabella," Grandpa Cromson teased again, drawing even more laughter.

Face flushed and a little awkward, Morgan immediately walked forward with somewhat stiff steps. He gently took one of Isabella’s hands, looked into his fiancée’s eyes for a moment, and whispered, "You’re so beautiful tonight, Bella. I’m... speechless."

Isabella smiled sweetly at Morgan’s sincere compliment. "Thank you, Morgan. You’re very handsome too."

Morgan then led Isabella by the hand to the car that would take them to the engagement venue, followed by family members. Throughout the ride to the car, Morgan didn’t let go of her hand, as if afraid Isabella would disappear if he let go.

As soon as the car Morgan and Isabella were driving arrived, along with the entourage, the paparazzi who had been waiting outside immediately swarmed enthusiastically. Dozens of cameras and flashbulbs immediately focused on the newly arrived luxury car.

"Mr. Cromson! Miss Clark! Could I have a moment?"

"How are you both feeling tonight?"

"When are the wedding plans?"

Questions were fired from all directions, almost shouting.

Although they weren’t allowed inside, they remained undeterred and continued taking pictures and asking all sorts of questions as soon as Morgan and Isabella exited the car. The sound of cameras clicking filled the night air.

Swiftly, the bodyguards created a protective barrier for the couple, which remained unshaken even as dozens of journalists swarmed in. They formed a neat formation, protecting the young couple from the overly aggressive crowd.

Morgan embraced Isabella possessively and protectively, his arm around his fiancée’s waist, and he whispered, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here." They walked quickly toward the venue with guarded but confident steps.

Likewise, the other family members, who were also easy targets for the journalists, simply waved and smiled politely without comment, leaving the waiting reporters slightly disappointed.

"At least a smile would have been enough," one reporter complained to a colleague.

Upon receiving word that Morgan and Isabella, along with their families, had arrived, the MC immediately announced the news on stage in a loud and enthusiastic voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome tonight’s couple, Mr. Morgan Elio Cromson and Miss Isabella Clark and their families!"

As soon as the ballroom doors swung open, everyone’s gaze was transfixed on the two perfect figures who entered, holding hands affectionately. The spotlight immediately shone on them, making their appearance even more stunning.

Morgan’s handsomeness in a black tuxedo with a bow tie and Isabella’s beauty in an ivory gown mesmerized everyone until thunderous applause from the MC and crew finally brought them back to their senses. A thunderous applause filled the large room.

"Gosh, they look like a couple from a magazine," one guest whispered to her friend.

"Absolutely. They look so good together," her friend replied, staring intently at the couple.

Everyone sat quietly and solemnly as the microphone was handed to Grandpa Cromson. The elderly man stood tall on the stage, a happy smile beaming across his wrinkled face.

"I, as a representative of the Cromson family, tonight intend to ask Isabella Clark to marry my grandson, Morgan Elio Cromson," Cromson’s grandfather stated, stating his intentions in a clear and firm voice. "We, the Cromson family, deeply value Isabella and promise to treat her as our own daughter."

Demon, Isabella’s father, replied, standing from his chair. "We leave all decisions to Isabella, because after all, she will be the one to live with them. Our family will respect every decision our youngest daughter makes. We trust her choices, and we believe Morgan is a good man for our daughter."

Hearing Demon’s answer, Grandpa Cromson looked at Isabella with hopeful eyes. "So, Isabella. Are you willing to be Morgan’s wife, my grandson?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly with emotion.

All eyes were on Isabella. The previously bustling room was now deathly silent, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the beautiful girl’s answer.

Isabella nodded with a shy smile, her face flushed. "I do," she replied in a soft yet clear voice, making everyone breathe a sigh of relief and joy. Loud applause erupted again, and some of the female guests even wiped away the tears that had welled up in their eyes.

Morgan, whose heart had been pounding, finally breathed a sigh of relief and gazed at the girl he loved with adoring eyes. His previously trembling hands now clasped Isabella’s gratefully. "Thank you, Bella. I promise to make you happy," he whispered for only Isabella to hear.

Isabella couldn’t hide her smile of happiness as she heard Morgan’s heart thump with joy. "Isabella accepted me! I’m the luckiest man in the world!" echoed clearly in Isabella’s ears.

If no one was around, Morgan might have been jumping up and down, ecstatic like a child receiving a dream gift.

The ceremony continued with the presentation of the engagement ring Morgan had prepared for a long time, along with a diamond jewelry set worth hundreds of trillions of rupiah. Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief, as they couldn’t believe that such a fantastically priced piece of jewelry was actually in the hands of King Cromson and being used as an engagement gift.

"Oh my God, that’s a rare pink diamond!" exclaimed one guest, a jewelry collector.

"And the necklace... that’s a diamond from a mine that’s no longer in operation. Its value must be fantastic," added another guest in awe.

Once the main event was over, the guests were invited to enjoy the prepared food and socialize. Morgan and Isabella circulated around the table, greeting the guests cordially.

Although not broadcast live, videos uploaded by several guests on their personal social media platforms caused mass heartbreak throughout the capital. The hashtag #MorganIsabella immediately trended on various social media platforms.

This was especially true for women who had admired and longed for King Cromson as their partner. "My dreams are shattered," wrote one netizen with a crying emoji.

Meanwhile, for the men who liked Isabella, although heartbroken, they also realized that their rival was Morgan Elio Cromson, the most powerful and richest man in South Korea, so competing with him was impossible.

Heartbreak wasn’t limited to South Korea; in South Korea, several of Isabella’s fans were also devastated, most notably Alesio Xander, who immediately locked himself in his room after witnessing the proposal from his former girlfriend.

"It should have been me! I was the one there, not that guy!" he cried, crying in frustration. He smashed several objects in his room, venting his pain. "Why did I let her go in the first place? Why was I so stupid?"

At first, Alesio was still trying to stay strong after receiving the video from his friend. But after seeing Isabella’s beautiful face and that sweet smile, which had once been reserved for him, the man’s defenses crumbled, prompting him to immediately return home and lock himself in his room with several bottles of whiskey that would be his companion for the night. He kept replaying the engagement video, torturing himself with the sight of Isabella’s happiness with another man.

Jery, though heartbroken, had long accepted the fact that he would never be with Isabella. He didn’t lament his fate too much, consoling himself with his two best friends, Siva and Bagus.

"At least she’s happy, that’s what matters," Jery said with a bitter smile, raising his glass in a toast. "To Isabella’s happiness."

"You’re a strong man, Jery. I salute you," Siva praised, patting his friend on the shoulder.