Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 505

Everything Phoenix had touched and taken over thus far was merely the tip of the iceberg of this massive empire.

The core of it all, the part that instilled the deepest fear, was Yara's unfathomable military background.

And now, Yara was handing over this trump card—one capable of shaking the entire power structure of Highcrest—straight into her hands.

This wasn't a simple delegation of power; it was the true crowning of an heir.

"Phoenix, don't feel burdened. Your capabilities make you worthy of all this." Yara pushed the freshly brewed tea toward Phoenix, her gaze softening. "For the days ahead, I want to dedicate my time to my father."

Catching the undeniable sorrow in Yara's eyes, Phoenix felt a sudden pang in her chest. "Nathan..."

"He doesn't have much time left." Yara sighed softly, a trace of weariness and grief in her voice. "So, I want to stay by his side every single second during this final stretch, to do my duty as a daughter."

Knowing this, Phoenix took a deep breath.

She looked down at the heavy document in her hands, one that felt like it carried the entire destiny of Highcrest. Her gaze gradually turned resolute. "Yara, thank you for your trust."

"I accept this burden."

"I will absolutely not let you down. I will personally mold the scattered sands of Highcrest into an iron fortress, and make every single faction bow in submission!"

"What incredible spirit!" Yara's eyes revealed undisguised admiration. "Back then, if it weren't for that old bastard Quentin meddling and sowing discord, the factions of Highcrest would have united long ago."

"It's a pity he was so shortsighted, destroying the grand scheme for his own selfish gains. Now, I leave this unfinished business to you to conquer."

Yara raised her teacup, her burning gaze locked onto Phoenix.

Meeting that profound expectation, Phoenix also raised her cup.

The porcelain clinked, ringing out with a crisp, echoing chime.

Amidst the curling tea vapor, this seemingly simple toast quietly cemented the transfer of absolute power from one generation to the next.

The underground throne of Highcrest officially changed hands in this very moment.

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Two days later, at the Southern Military District of Highcrest.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, a military helicopter whipped up a fierce gale as it landed steadily on the tarmac.

Phoenix and Yara walked down the boarding stairs side by side.

A corporate heiress waltzing in to take over Captain Yara's authority?

To them, it was an absolute joke.

"Justin, let's head to the office to discuss business." Yara smiled faintly, giving Justin a meaningful look.

"Understood, right this way." Justin caught her drift, turning to the soldiers behind him with an order. "You lot, stay here and 'entertain' Ms. Prescott well."

"Sir, yes, sir!!" The soldiers roared in unison, a restless, wild energy seeping into their voices.

As Yara and Justin's silhouettes disappeared into the distance, the soldiers instantly dropped their disciplined facade.

They formed a loose circle, their gazes brazen and frivolous as they sized Phoenix up from head to toe, resembling a pack of wolves inspecting prey that had wandered into their territory.

Faced with this oppressive intimidation, Phoenix didn't even flinch. Instead, a calm, easy smile graced her lips.

"Gentlemen, I'm quite curious about the base. Would anyone be so kind as to give me a tour?"

"Of course we can." A heavily built soldier stepped out from the crowd, a playful sneer hanging on his lips. "You're someone Captain Yara brought in personally. How could we dare neglect you?"