A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 382

The state respected the autonomy of every citizen.

As long as Raymond didn't sell the clean-energy patents to foreign powers, the state backed whatever choices he made.

Kevin's proposal was framed as a sincere request rather than an institutional mandate.

"I'm in, of course," Raymond answered without a second thought.

The whole reason he had resisted selling out to the Kellers was because Ascent Dynamics was a foreign-backed conglomerate.

He refused to let domestic breakthroughs fall into foreign hands, holding the line at all costs.

The moment Kevin extended the offer, he agreed instantly.

Partnering with the state was an honor people dreamed of—who'd turn that down?

In the past, he wouldn't have even had the clearance to knock on this door.

Warm conversation flowed through the bay.

Standing beside Raymond and watching his beaming face, Isabella thought to herself: It's finally locked down.

...

Kevin's team moved with lightning efficiency.

Priority patent certifications were secured for Sinclair Group in record time, cataloged under classified status in federal databases where only high-clearance officials could view them.

Simultaneously, federal partnership contracts and institutional grant agreements arrived.

The novel alloy performed beyond all expectations.

Further testing and chemical refinement revealed even greater structural resilience.

Upgraded defense-grade iterations were immediately designated as strategic military materiel.

In exchange, comprehensive federal commendations and security details were deployed around the Sinclairs.

While Sinclair Group was soaring to unprecedented heights, the Keller family found itself in deep water.

Their corrupt political patrons dialed in one after another, warning that high command had unleashed a sweeping anti-corruption purge targeting abuse of office and graft.

They couldn't keep choking off the Sinclairs' plant approvals, demanding the Kellers scrub all paper trails to avoid dragging everyone down.

Hanging up the calls, bureaucratic departments plunged into internal audits, with nobody daring to make a move.

Burning through half a dozen calls only to hit stone walls, Preston was absolutely furious.

He bet his life that Steven Wayne had pulled the strings.

The general was clearly backing Isabella to the hilt, and his conduct at the birthday gala had undeniably crossed the line.

Recalling how he had been laughed off the floor, only for Steven to clear all administrative roadblocks on Isabella's behalf, Preston realized his high-level political leverage against the Sinclairs was neutralized.

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