A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 393

Hearing Andre lay it out, Preston froze for a second before a lightbulb went off in his head.

"Brilliant! Professor Grant, so you'd planned to handle Isabella like this all along? Praise her to death! Yes, yes, absolutely right! My perspective was way too narrow.

"Why waste energy trying to crush her? That just forces Steven Wayne to shield her! But praising her to kill is a whole different game! If we put her on a pedestal and she falls flat, she's got nobody to blame but herself, right?

"Proving someone's better than another person is easy. But expecting someone to be flawless in every subject, every second of the day, is impossible! I get it now! Hahaha!"

Preston felt sheer delight—after Andre's guidance, everything clicked into place.

Why bother antagonizing Isabella directly?

He should play along with her hype!

Showering her with praise, building her up as a once-in-a-century miracle prodigy.

Once she tumbled from her pedestal, he wouldn't even need to lift a finger—public sentiment would rip her to shreds.

After all, the higher the expectations, the harder the fall.

And the visceral rage born from shattered expectations was enough to make people despise someone to the bone, wanting them dead, because that person had let them down and subjected them to bitter disappointment.

Convinced of the strategy, Preston began barking fresh directives.

Before long, the online narrative shifted dramatically.

Posts flooded the wire hyping Isabella's unmatched genius, claiming that without her, this academic keynote wouldn't have even extended passes to youth delegates, and that other students only had a seat because of her grace.

That Isabella was their savior, their undisputed leader, and an untouchable prodigy, while every other student wasn't fit to tie her shoes.

The abrupt shift in online sentiment caught Ethan Wayne's attention immediately.

A tactical operative from Federal Intelligence checked in, "Captain, should we scrub these threads?"

Ethan knitted his brows in thought, replying in a low, measured voice, "Not yet."

If this was Preston's gambit, clamping down immediately would hand them ammunition.

Besides, heavy-handed censorship would reflect terribly on Isabella.

Right now, netizens were treating the exaggerated praise as a meme and harmless spectacle.

But if they started banning accounts, people would assume Isabella had state machinery pulling strings for her, triggering a PR disaster that would be impossible to control.

"Monitor the chatter closely, trace their IPs, audit them one by one, locate their origin hubs, and contain them. Don't let things spiral."

Rather than scrubbing posts, Ethan ordered agents to pinpoint physical coordinates, ready to execute kinetic containment if necessary.

While he monitored the escalating chatter with a grim gaze, Isabella noticed several unbriefed students around her casting odd, uneasy glances her way.

Looks like Preston's crew is stirring up fresh trouble online.

So that's their game.

If they want to praise me to death, I'll gladly let them play it out!

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