A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 A Million in Cash

Exactly, Zachary wanted to bury the hatchet right then and there.

Did their previous friction even qualify as a real grudge?

That was just a minor dispute between brothers, a casual jab between close friends.

From this exact split second, Isaac was his brother from another mother.

Zachary sauntered over to the supercar with eager steps, desperate to launch a massive celebration with Isaac, right when Isabella rolled down the glass to speak with the kingpin.

“Wait, what the hell?”

He stood clean frozen from shock.

Swiveling his neck toward a nearby lackey, he muttered, “My system feels a bit glitched out right now. Deliver a hard slap to my face to reboot my brain.”

The lackey looked equally dazed, yet following instructions without a second thought, he landed a stinging blow right across Zachary’s cheek before asking with pure panic, “Boss, did that register?”

“Register my “ss!

“You absolute dumb*ss!

“Who the hell told you to deploy maximum force?!

“Holy crap, so this isn’t a glitch in my system.

“Why the hell is there a girl sitting in Isaac’s cockpit?

“Wait, don’t tell me she was the one handling the machine just now.

Zachary’s mind completely stalled out.

Clutching his swollen jaw, he unleashed a barrage of curses at the lackey before locking his eyes back onto Isabella, verifying this wasn’t some wild hallucination before descending back into total shock.

Good lord

Holy sh*t.

A teenage girl possessing handling metrics this terrifying?

Hold on a second.

Why does her facial structure register on my tracking filters?

“Oh, it’s Isaac’s little sister!

“The biological sister they just hauled back from the sticks!

“Your name is… Isabella Powell?!”

As his shout cut through the air, Isabella raised her eyes slightly.

Perfect, now the data points map out exactly why Isaac suddenly veered onto this track.

While the thought crossed her mind, a shell-shocked Zachary marched up to her perimeter, scanning her appearance multiple times before confirming his visual tracking was dead on.

“Consequently, he tracked me down, begging me to grant him a slot on this circuit.

“Look, I am perfectly aware that high-speed drag racing carries severe hazards,

“But you know how Adrian operates, the man is an absolute dictator; his zero-tolerance notice meant nobody in our circle dared clear a financial lifeline for you.

“So your brother spent hours digging for options, and with his friends flaking completely, his trajectory veered straight into my perimeter.”

For some unexplainable reason, staring into Isabella’s deep, bottomless gaze, Zachary felt a cold dread clawing up his throat, leaving him too spooked to reveal the actual trap; instead, he patched together a messy narrative to frame himself as a generous savior providing emergency aid.

Thumping his chest with pride, he boasted, “Don’t you worry, your second brother and I share an unshakeable bond of absolute loyalty.

“When the rest of the circle flaked, I stepped right into the line of fire.

“Man, sister, your handling metrics back there were completely off the charts.

“Is it cool if I address you as Isabella?

“Anyway, I locked down a contract with Isaac-if he secured the win, I’d clear a cool million for him./

“Should I route this capital transfer straight to your ledger, or his?”

Right as the query left his lips, Zachary felt like a complete idiot, nearly facepalming on the spot.

Talk about a major logic failure.

Isaac was completely blacked out, drowning in his own vomit, leaving him with zero capacity to handle financial receipts.

Driven by that realization, he scrambled to hoist a heavy briefcase straight onto her lap, adding, “One million dollars, hard cash.