A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Clear Boundaries

This was a textbook case of a venomous snake biting the hand that warmed it.

“B*stard! Every single one of you grab your iron!

“Correction-everyone deploy right now to have a serious, logical talk with that son of a b*tch.

“What? He thinks hoarding a god-tier track sister gives him a permanent license to trample over my circle

“Dammit! If you can’t handle the upper-class code, don’t enter the grid!

“I just wanted to secure a close alliance with Sister Bella, what the hell is wrong with that?”

Radiating an aggressive, hostile energy, Zachary blitzed straight down to his elite private country club.

He had begged and pleaded on his knees last night yet failed to unlock Isabella’s personal digits, let alone convince her to optimize his handling parameters.

His internal pride was already thoroughly bruised.

And with that bastard Isaac launching an unprovoked strike against his assets, he was fully prepared to dismantle him.

Out of basic respect for the track goddess, the absolute maximum penalty he would deploy was a minor physical beating.

Whatever, launching a massive verbal assault would suffice for the opening phase.

By the time Zachary cleared security, Isaac was systematically destroying the premium VIP suite his click had reserved.

Exactly, the specific high-end lounge where Zachary’s crew spent their nights.

Under standard parameters, their click bought out the entire floor for exclusivity.

Isaac had reduced the custom interior architecture to absolute splinters.

Tracking the legalities, this logged entirely as a civil friction between the trust-fund heirs.

Zachary’s family empire would have to clear the property damage invoices later.

“Isaac, you absolute psycho!

“I cleared your entire million-dollar payout last night!

“What the hell are you trying to accomplish right now?

“Do not presume for a single fraction of a second that I lack the balls to break you!

“I am pulling my punches explicitly to save face with Sister Bella!”

Hearing his defense, Isaac-whose scrambled mind had already constructed a horrific, distorted scenario regarding his sister’s safety-felt his eyes flush with a lethal, crimson fury.

Slamming a heavy mahogany chair onto the floor with a thunderous crash, he lunged forward to seize Zachary’s collar, hoisting his frame clean off the rug as he snarled coldly, “Zachary Harrison! You actually had the sheer nerve to launch a dirty hit against my sister?

“What the hell did you execute against her?!”

Recalling those two massive secur with absolute, murderous cases of physical cash sitting on his duplex floor, Isaac’s gaze burned

“I refuse to taint my ledger with your dirty blackmail cash! Take those assets back right now!

“Keep your filthy paws off my little sister, and don’t you ever dare step within a mile of her perimeter again!

Bypassing his survival instincts, Zachary blurted out a defensive counter, “No way in hell, she is officially my little sister from now on too, and I still gotta beg her to-ah! Isaac, what the hell? This is literal… murder!”

“If I weren’t pulling my punches explicitly to save face with Sister Bella, I would have cracked your skull open with a bottle long ago.”

But tracking the massive, swollen contusion tracking across Isaac’s forehead, Zachary checked his aggression, thinking to himself: Whatever, a real man doesn’t trade paint with an absolute lunatic.

Did this absolute dumb’ss permanently damage his cognitive hardware during that crash last night?

Guided by that panic, he leaned slightly closer to the pinned Isaac, thrusting two fingers right in front of his eyes as he asked with pure caution, “Isaac, look at my hand-how many fingers am I holding up? Does your tracking filter still recognize basic integers?”

He delivered the query with maximum structural care.

Holy sh*t, if Isaac actually mapped out a permanent brain glitch on my circuit, my life is over.

My old man will literally lock me in the woodshed and flay me alive.

The exact microsecond Zachary thrust his fingers into his space, Isaac’s eyes flashed crimson; dragging the weight of the two massive security guards along with his frame, he launched himself forward and delivered a savage kick straight into the boy’s chest.

“Zachary, you absolute piece of garbage!”

A sharp yell left Zachary’s mouth as he flew backward.

The kick sent his frame crashing straight onto the floorboards.

Isaac roared at the top of his lungs, “Zachary Harrison, let me make one thing crystal clear-if you dare drop a single dirty touch onto my little sister, I will dismantle your entire lineage!

“Mark my words, I don’t give a single d*mn about that petty million-dollar ransom cash!

“I am marching straight back to Adrian to drop my pride this exact second, purely to secure the corporate muscle to annihilate you!”

Scrambling back to his feet with a face full of total, unadulterated disbelief, Zachary screamed right back through his teeth, “Are you honestly telling me your whole system glitched out because you think I’m trying to hit on Bella?!”