CHAPTER 59: PRS 59

After a grueling but safe flight of approximately five hours, Isabella finally arrived in country S safely and without incident after the tense hijacking incident.

Police cars lined up neatly and ambulances, having received emergency information about the hijacking from the control center, immediately entered the airport with sirens blaring as soon as the plane from country T arrived safely. They were there to transport the bodies of the dead hijackers and also to check on the condition of the prime minister of country U, who was near death at the hands of ruthless criminals before safely traveling by land to country A.

"Thank you very much, miss. Thanks to your hard work and courage, these dangerous criminals were successfully dealt with without any casualties," said Geril, the chief of police of country S, who came to greet Isabella personally with respect after confirming that the prime minister of country U was safe and had not suffered any major trauma. "You have saved many lives today, including the life of a national leader."

"You’re welcome, sir, no need to be so formal," Isabella replied humbly with a faint smile. "It is my duty as a good citizen to participate in the mission of protecting the world from various crimes that harm and endanger innocent people."

Geril, the chief of police of the country of S, impressed by her humility, attempted to entertain Isabella as a token of gratitude by inviting her to dinner at a fine restaurant, but the beautiful girl politely and politely declined, citing a prior commitment.

"Excuse me, Mr. Geril. I truly appreciate your offer," Isabella said with a slight bow. "But I already have a family appointment. Maybe another time, if I have the opportunity."

The awkwardness created by Isabella’s refusal vanished immediately with the arrival of Andra, who hurried over, calling Isabella’s name excitedly.

"Isabella! My niece!" Andra shouted, jogging over.

"Young Master Andra. So, this is..." Geril looked at Andra and Isabella in turn, his eyes full of suspicion and narrowed. "Don’t say this..."

"I came to pick up my beloved niece who just came home," Andra said, hugging Isabella tightly and ruffling her hair with genuine longing. "It’s been so long. I missed you so much, Isabella!"

"I missed you too, Uncle," Isabella replied with a wide smile.

Isabella decided to contact Andra before leaving Country T to pick her up because she had some important and confidential matters to share before arriving at the main mansion and attending her great-grandmother’s lavish birthday party that night.

"Hahaha... so this is Bert’s great-granddaughter, just found after 22 years!" Geril exclaimed with a hearty laugh. "No wonder this beautiful face felt familiar. It’s just like Berti’s beautiful face when she was young."

"Welcome, child. Welcome home," Geril said sincerely, gently patting Isabella on the shoulder. "Finally, after all this waiting, you can be reunited with the Alegra family." This is a historic day."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Geril, for your warm welcome," Isabella replied politely. "I apologize if I couldn’t have been more polite in declining your invitation earlier, as I was in a hurry to return home and see my family. I hope you can understand."

"That’s fine. I understand completely," Geril replied with a broad smile. "If anything is needed for further investigation, I will contact you personally through official channels."

"Yes, sir!" Isabella said with a military salute, making Geril and Andra laugh heartily at the beautiful girl’s antics.

"Okay, we’ll be going now, Geril." "The family is waiting," Andra said, patting his senior a few times affectionately before putting his arm around his beautiful niece’s shoulders and leading her to the parked luxury car.

Geril stared at Andra and Isabella’s retreating backs with a faint, meaningful smile. "Indeed, she’s a descendant of Alegra," he murmured proudly, shaking his head in admiration. "Her extraordinary courage reminds me of young Berti. Alegra’s blood is never wrong."

From a dark corner of the airport, out of sight of many, a thin man clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, watching Andra and Isabella leave with a glare filled with hatred and burning anger.

"Damn it," the man hissed, gritting his teeth. "Our plan has failed again."

***

"Did you know he was here watching all along?" Andra asked seriously as the two of them entered the luxury car and the door closed tightly.

"At first, it was just a hunch, Uncle," Isabella replied casually, leaning her head back against the seat. "That’s why I specifically called Uncle to get that person to come out of hiding so I could confirm his identity. And it turns out my suspicions were right."

"My nephew is truly the best and the smartest!" Andra said, sticking out two thumbs in front of Isabella, smiling broadly with pride. "I made the right choice in trusting you with this mission!"

Isabella chuckled softly at her uncle’s hilarious antics, which were a far cry from her image of the Dark Evil mafia leader, who is usually depicted as cruel, cold, and frightening in various stories.

"This uncle is so funny," Isabella teased with a laugh. "Not at all what people imagine a Dark Evil leader to be."

Seeing Andra’s warm and caring reaction, Isabella felt that she seemed quite compatible and comfortable with her uncle. They had good chemistry, so she considered his decision this time, to have Andra pick her up instead of her father, Demon, to be the right one.

"One perpetrator has emerged and shown himself. Surely now you can find the answer, right?" Isabella said with a meaningful lopsided smile, causing Andra’s wide smile to vanish and be replaced by a serious expression.

"I never thought that all the conspiracies of 22 years would be connected to that old bitch," Andra growled angrily, clenching his fists. "Damn Elie. He’s been planning this for a long time."

Andra honestly admitted that Elie was indeed quite cunning and sly, very clever, and adept at acting. After successfully trapping Andra’s father, Yuan, with various tricks, her evil plans were carried out slowly and meticulously, leaving no room for the Alegra family to find fault and punish her.

The cunning old woman was also so cunning and clever that she managed to ensure that her illegitimate daughter, Nana, bore the Alegra surname, allowing them to live comfortably and enjoy various privileges.

"If Elie was Orion’s accomplice in infiltrating the Alegra family all along," Andra said thoughtfully, "could the prime minister be the mastermind behind all this? Is he the one moving all the pawns?"

"In your opinion, what benefit does the prime minister gain from the Alegra family’s downfall and destruction?" Isabella asked, starting a guessing game to exercise Andra’s logic. "What else could they gain from having the Alegra family on their side and becoming allies? Think about it with political and business logic."

Isabella’s question caused Andra, who was deep in thought, to suddenly glare sharply, her face shocked.

"It’s impossible! This isn’t what I thought, is it?" Andra asked, his expression filled with shock and disbelief. "Don’t tell me they want to..."

"I’ve sent all the detailed information from my investigation to your email," Isabella said calmly, taking out her phone. "Open it and read it carefully. I’m sure you’ll be shocked."

Hearing Isabella’s words, Andra quickly checked the email his nephew had sent, his hands trembling with curiosity and fear.

The more Andra read the detailed information Isabella provided—data, photos, transactions, recorded conversations—the more the blonde man’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"This... this is impossible..." Andra whispered, his voice trembling. "They’ve been planning this for decades? And involving so many parties?"

While Andra was still busy sorting out his feelings, which had suddenly become a mess after receiving Isabella’s shock therapy, the beautiful 22-year-old was busy chatting via intimate messages with her boyfriend, Alesio, who had also just landed safely at the airport in Indonesia.

"I’m here, honey. How are you?" typed Alesio Xander.

"I’ve arrived safely too. There was a small incident, but it’s been resolved," Isabella replied with a smile.

"Incident? You’re okay, right? I was worried," Alesio replied quickly.

Their intimate conversation continued nonstop, filled with heart emojis and cute emoticons, until Isabella’s luxury car arrived at the hidden and top-secret Dark Evil headquarters, causing her to reluctantly stop what she was doing and tuck her phone into her trouser pocket.

***

"Welcome, boss! Welcome, young lady!" hundreds of Andra’s men shouted in unison, so loudly that it echoed.

Isabella, watching the grand welcoming ceremony with her neatly lined up, couldn’t help but smile, thinking her uncle was truly hilarious and over-the-top.

"This uncle is overreacting," Isabella whispered with a chuckle.

"It’s our tradition," Andra replied proudly.

"No need to be so formal. You can all return to your respective positions and continue your work," Isabella said with a gentle smile, making all the Dark Evil troops who welcomed her instantly slacken and fall in love with her.

"The young lady is truly beautiful, like a goddess descended from heaven," everyone murmured in admiration, their eyes sparkling. "Her voice is also so soft."

What they didn’t know, and couldn’t imagine, was that behind this beautiful face and gentle, angelic smile lurked a cruelty that could frighten people to death and even give them nightmares.

Although her face closely resembled Berti’s great-grandmother and she almost perfectly inherited her beauty, the charisma and aura radiating from the 22-year-old girl were completely different from Berti’s notoriously assertive nature.

While Berti exuded a strong, decisive, and fierce beauty like a lioness, Isabella was the complete opposite. Her beauty radiated a gentle and graceful grace, like a goddess descended from heaven. But make no mistake, what she displayed on the outside was merely a perfect facade.

In truth, Isabella’s soul, deeply hurt and betrayed by her ex-husband, was cruel and merciless toward her enemies. Especially after she gained extraordinary abilities from the Phoenix System, which transformed her situation for the better, she was like a beautiful demon goddess ready to take the life of anyone she considered useless social trash.

This time, Isabella’s target was quite large and dangerous: to ensure her family lived comfortably without the slightest worry or threat in the future.

"Are you sure you don’t want to contact your other family first?" Andra asked once they were in the man’s private room, filled with computer screens and maps. "Demon must be desperate to see you right now. He’s been calling me all this time."

Isabella shook her head slowly and firmly. "Not yet, Uncle. The fewer people who know about my arrival, the better and safer it will be. I want to make a surprise appearance at my great-grandmother’s party tonight that will surprise everyone."

While she felt sorry for her brother, Demon, who was surely eagerly awaiting her arrival, Andra also respected Isabella’s decision to keep her arrival a secret until her dramatic appearance later that night at her great-grandmother’s lavish birthday party.

"Okay, I’ll go along with whatever you want," Andra said with a nod.

***

Elsewhere, Elie, who had received the latest news about Isabella’s arrival, personally picked up by his annoying stepson, was furious and furious.

"Damn it! That bastard always messes up my perfect plans!" Elie muttered angrily, throwing a flower vase against the wall. "Why does he have to interfere?!"

Elie had already prepared a splendid, trap-filled welcome for Isabella at the main mansion. If she didn’t get there first, all his hard work and infiltration would be in vain.

"Plan A failed," Elie hissed, pacing back and forth. "Going to plan B."

Now all he could do was patiently wait for her to show up at the party tonight and then put his backup plan into action.

Andra, who had the complete names of his enemies and solid evidence, began to prepare carefully. He was certain, based on experience, that they would act recklessly tonight once Isabella appeared at the party and became the center of attention.

"We have to be prepared for the worst-case scenario," Andra said, checking his weapons. "They must be desperate and will do anything."

"I know, Uncle," Isabella replied calmly. "I’m ready to face them all. This time, they’ll be the ones trapped."