A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143 Cash and Waivers

“Your brother explicitly specified no plastic; paper bills or digital sweeps were his baseline requirements.

“But, well, you know how it goes… running a digital transfer can compromise your tracking security.”

He winked at Isabella frantically, signaling that a standard mobile scan would hand her eldest brother a perfect paper trail to freeze their liquid capital all over again.

Furthermore, he refused to let the Powell empire secure a legal hook against his own name.

If Isaac flipped the script down the road, Adrian could leverage the digital transfer data to launch a corporate dispute against the Harrison Group.

Consequently, Zachary decisively stuck to physical currency.

To be perfectly fair, running wagers in hard cash was standard protocol for the underground circuit, ensuring clean transactions while protecting anonymity and stopping marks from flaking on the pot.

Isabella raised her eyelids slightly, her cool gaze locking onto the instantly compliant Zachary.

The boy possessed solid situational awareness.

He carefully deleted any mention of baiting Isaac into this death trap..

Even so, Isabella chose to overlook his history.

At the end of the day, entering this circuit was a conscious operational decision Isaac made on his own. meaning he had to carry the full fallback of the outcome without passing the buck to an outsider.

That being said, if Zachary had chosen to double down on his arrogance, claiming Isaac brought the disaster entirely on himself,

Isabella would have gladly dismantled him right then and there.

But with the target caving so efficiently, she saw zero reason to drag out the penalty phase.

She snapped the million-dollar case from his hands, her eyes shifting toward the racing kingpin standing close by.

The man had been frozen like a statue from the exact microsecond she emerged from the cockpit.

Holy shot, holy sh*t, holy sh*t.

His internal shock far outscaled Zachary’s panic.

After all, the spectators down at the grid only caught passing flashes of the run, leaving them stone-blind to just how terrifyingly god-tier her actual handling was.

How the hell could a young girl command this level of lethal performance?

Was she seriously just a high-schooler?

And her file traced back to an impoverished mountain village?

The kingpin descended into a profound logic failure.

Show me a single mountain wilderness featuring an advanced racing circuit.

At the end of the day, running a strict audit on their handling would reveal violations across every single mile.

To put it bluntly Mad Dog’s aggressive ramming that forced Isaac into the rock wall would mean immediate disqualification on a professional circuit.

Zachary’s breakdown finally snapped Mad Dog out of his daze.

Scanning Isabella before shifting his gaze to Zachary, he let out a short huff, muttering, “Mad Dog always honors a verified wager,”

With that statement, he hoisted a secondary secure case onto the hood, adding. “The combination code is all ones through six.

“Your track handling is a masterpiece; any interest in locking down a long-term contract with my syndicate?”

Mad Dog offered the slot with genuine professional admiration.

Nobody on earth could witness Isabella’s god-tier handling and absolute nerve without getting spellbound.

Especially a hardened veteran like Mad Dog, who lived for that exact brand of raw aggression

Isabella’s expression remained perfectly flat, “Zero interest.”

In point of fact, if Isaac hadn’t veered onto this track out of nowhere, she never would have bothered setting foot on a civilian circuit.

These amateur marks operated on a frequency that was completely beneath her level

Isabella lacked any desire to trade paint with minor punks or participate in their playground games.