A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Professional Intervention

Turning the corporate risk over, he suggested with a trace of hesitation, “Look, your best strategic m might be dropping your pride with your eldest brother.

“I mean…”

Running a hand through his hair, he muttered, “There’s zero shame in caving to the bread-maker.

“For slackers like us, getting disciplined by corporate family heads is just a regular baseline metric.

“Our entire circle is broken into this routine, so don’t view it as a permanent loss of face.”

Zachary rubbed his jaw, his tone sounding incredibly strained as he ran the pitch by Isabella.

To be perfectly honest, his heart ached at the thought of Isabella wasting away in this place.

A sister possessing this level of god-tier talent-what absolute glitch in Adrian’s programming makes him blind to her worth?

He should just transfer her deed to my family.

I’ll treasure an asset like her more than life itself.

Then again, his own parents would highly likely fail to approve the arrangement.

But that meant clean nothing.

He could launch a unilateral declaration to claim Isabella as his little sister.

Zachary kept shifting his posture, burning with an intense desire to lock down the alliance.

He was dead set on linking his tracking profile to her status as a sibling.

After all, once they shared a family designation, unlocking her premium handling specs would be a total no-brainer.

Dammit, no wonder Isaac’s track records were tracking upward lately; the boy was clearly picking up leftovers from his little sister.

Zachary’s brain completely deleted the historical data confirming Isaac had established a solid track reputation long before Isabella ever returned.

In his narrow evaluation, Isabella’s handling represented the absolute peak capability.

Consequently, Isaac was merely skimming crumbs from her master table.

Otherwise, why would that dumbass Isaac transition from blasting Isabella in their group chats to pulling a complete U-turn within a matter of weeks?

Seriously, Isaac had played his cards way too close to his chest.

The man was an absolute snake.

Zachary muttered his grievances internally, before a smug thought took over-whatever, Isabella wa officially his hidden little sister now too.

Excellent.

While he celebrated his internal script, Isabella shot a brief, indifferent glance his way, stating/flatly. need.”

Adrian’s tyrannical countdown had already initialized.

Drop her pride for him?

Isabella’s features twisted into a cold, mocking sneer.

Throughout the entire realm, not a single soul possessed the power to force her knee down.

The second heir of the prestigious Powell Group reduced to scavenging for scraps alongside lawless s gamblers.

Talk about a complete and utter embarrassment.

Adrian’s face burned with deep irritation.

He completely blocked out the tracking data confirming Isaac hadn’t chosen this path, his own total/ financial blockade was the absolute force that drove his brother to the edge.

At the end of the day, given Isaac’s lifestyle and social profile, if Adrian hadn’t explicitly initialized a hig society quarantine to eliminate every single lifeline, there was zero chance his brother would ever risk neck on a drag circuit to fund his basic survival.

Right as his edict went out to the staff, an unscheduled delegation from the Bexley family cleared the corporate lobby.

“Boss,” Lucas murmured in a low tone, “The head of the Bexley empire has arrived at the executive suite requesting an immediate strategic review regarding the neural network interaction project.”

The secretary’s posture carried a trace of deep concern.

The deployment of this neural network interaction architecture had been plagued by continuous system bottlenecks from day one.

The engineering team had hit a massive wall at a critical phase, completely unable to achieve a breakthrough.

Both the Bexleys and the Powells were desperately relying on this flagship platform to inject vital liquidity back into their balance sheets.

He deduced that the Bexleys’ true operational target lay completely outside the stated agenda.

Sure enough, the second the delegation cleared the inner office, the discussion veered straight into the project files.

Mia’s older brother, Marcus Bexley, settled into the executive chair across from Adrian, stating flatly, “Mr. Powell, you possess full data on our current metrics-both our empires have sustained catastrophic structural losses from that recent market hit.

“Leaving this neural network interaction architecture backlogged in development is an absolute disaster for our joint liquidity.