A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 Academic Fuel

The sudden announcement cat Noah off mid-sentence, his eyes widening to absolute circles.

“Hold on, mid-terms?

“Are you kidding me? Since when does time move this fast?

“How the hell is it here already?”

Noah was struck by a wave of pure, internal shock.

No way.

I literally just locked down Isabella as my private tutor.

I was planning to systematically blow everyone’s minds during the testing block.

So why the hell is the deadline tracking this fast?

God dammit, I haven’t even finalized my prep yet.

There are only a few days left.

Noah felt completely paralyzed.

Standing right next to him, Isabella suppressed a laugh and murmured, “Relax, you still have five whole days.”

Exactly, today was only Thursday, leaving plenty of operational room on the clock.

As she laid out the timeline, Noah spun around with a face full of total desperation, pleading, “Bella, seriously, why don’t you just pack up and move into my house?

“You can run my study blocks there, and I’ll have my big brother sort things out with your folks.

“That way, those corporate parasites won’t have a single opening to make trouble for you.

“Oh god, save me.

“Bella!”

Noah launched into full-blown, dramatic hysterics.

Isabella shut down the proposal with a flat, unwavering refusal.

What a ridiculous joke.

Staying over at the Carter estate was completely fine since Arthur and Margaret treated her like their own flesh and blood.

But moving into the Wayne compound? Was she supposed to claim Ethan and Noah adored her?

That would violate every basic boundary of upper-class decorirm.

Furthermore, Isabella had zero intention of leveraging a dynamic like that to hide from the Powell family’s garbage.

To put it bluntly, she possessed the absolute power to dismantle the Powells on her own terms, making a defensive retreat entirely pointless.

If Daniel and Adrian wanted to launch a domestic hit to clear Hannah’s name, let them step up as fast as they could.

Isabella’s expression remained flat as she stated, “I will compile your daily practice sets, targeted focus sheets, and core concept modules and text them over every morning.

“There is absolutely zero reason for me to move into the Wayne compound.”

“Key metrics show you’ve only been handling my study blocks for a few days.”

But despite the mumbled complaints, an ironclad determination took hord of his soul-he was going to absolutely crush this exam.

If he delivered a spectacular report card, his academic progress would show the Powells that Isabella’s value was untouchable, forcing them to think twice before trying to break her.

With that objective locking in, an explosive wave of learning drive surged straight through his veins.

Truth be told, when he first demanded these study sessions, his solitary goal was to engineer a convenient pretext to stay close to Isabella.

He simply wanted to funnel financial resources to her without bruising her pride, ensuring her spectacular intellectual talent wasn’t wasted in the dark.

But after tracking her teaching methods and realizing her files were pure gold, enabling him to master concepts with absolute ease, Noah had locked in for real.

Even so, that initial focus was just about absorption-learning what he could without stressing over a specific target score or launching an all-out blitz.

But right now, triggered by the active threat hunting Isabella and his intense frustration over domestic boundaries blocking his intervention, his academic mindset accelerated to maximum velocity.

If he could weaponize this mid-term testing block to blast an absolute, god-tier score out of nowhere, the metric would give him the perfect leverage to force his big brother to raid the Powells.

And even if that channel failed, he could physically slam that perfect report card straight into the faces of the Powell family, warning them to keep their hands off Isabella or face his wrath.

Hell yeah.

Since he currently lacked a direct pretext to breach their domestic affairs, he would simply engineer one from scratch.

Isabella was his personal tutor, and her methods had systematically engineered an academic miracle for a Wayne heir.

Let’s see if those corporate sharks dare to claim that reason falls short.