A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390 The Grand Auditorium

The morning of Andre’s campus keynote arrived in a flash.

Having shaken off his jet lag, Andre finalized his presentation deck.

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Preston had hyped the event into an international spectacle, inviting capital tycoons, academic leaders, and rolling out live feeds across several global hubs.

All to blast Professor Grant’s prestige into the stratosphere.

Cementing his stature as an untouchable titan of modern medicine.

After today, his academic standing would ascend to unprecedented heights.

While the Sinclairs and Isabella would be dragged through public disgrace.

The anticipation filled Preston with smug satisfaction.

He had gone out of his way to deliver formal invitations to the Sinclairs and Carters, forcing them to witness Andre’s triumph firsthand.

With Raymond detained by defense trials at the National Research Center, Julian and Garrett attended in his stead.

Eugene, Arthur, and Margaret were seated in the VIP tier as well.

Unaware of the military’s sting operation, watching the symposium reach such grandiose proportions left them deeply frustrated.

“What’s this Andre guy pulling, dragging Bella into his circus?”

Garrett grumbled in bitter annoyance.

If Isabella weren’t attending, he wouldn’t have stepped foot inside. Who wanted to watch those scoundrels parade around?

It made his blood boil.

While Garrett stewed in silent frustration, Julian and Felix wore grim expressions.

Knowing Andre was the architect behind their father’s poisoning, his personal invitation to Isabella reeked of danger.

Given Andre’s towering international prestige, declining the summons was nearly impossible.

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Otherwise, foreign mouthpieces would accuse Valorians of nationalistic arrogance.

Claiming they disrespected a celebrated global scholar would instantly turn Isabella into a lightning rod for international condemnation.

Weighing the stakes, the brothers‘ faces remained grave.

Eugene was running through similar calculations in silence.

In contrast, Arthur and Margaret, entirely oblivious to the sting, sat cheerfully waiting for Isabella to take the stage.

Assuming she had been invited to bask in academic glory.

“Bella’s truly incredible,” Margaret beamed with pride. “Look at that–she’s only been back in Caporia for a few months, and she’s already secured an invitation from Professor Grant.”

“Indeed,” Arthur chuckled in agreement. “The girl works remarkably hard, poor thing. Professor Grant is a living legend, so this connection will open doors for her down the road.”

The older couple bantered warmly.

Meanwhile, backstage, Isabella prepped to enter the auditorium.

“Don’t be nervous, Ms. Powell–we’ve got your back. You’ve got

this.”

Flanking Isabella were the undercover prodigies dispatched by federal intelligence.

Pulled from defense research hubs, each was exceptionally vetted and lethally capable.

Operatives who rarely stepped into the civilian spotlight.

Now, they offered quiet words of encouragement.

Isabella offered a faint smile, “I’m not nervous at all.”

Her expression remained serene.

What was this compared to what she’d faced?

She had navigated cataclysms in her past life; a crowded auditorium with flashing cameras was child’s play.

Hearing her relaxed tone, the escorts assumed she was just putting on a brave face.

Facing a packed international symposium crawling with foreign press would rattle any ordinary high schooler.

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