A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 The Ambush

With a real drive to learn, Noah completely abandoned his old habit of slacking off.

After all, nobody actually enjoys being labeled a brain–dead slacker for life!

He just couldn’t comprehend the bird language from the teachers before!

Now that the logic was crystal clear, obviously he was gonna study like crazy!

Now he actually had material to flex with!

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The second he stood among those lazy trust–fund heirs, he was gonna completely outshine every single one of them!

Driven by those delicious thoughts, Noah threw his entire stamina into the worksheets.

Witnessing the operational shift, Ethan felt a profound wave of relief.

It was exceptionally rare for the boy to maintain this level of focus.

It was the absolute first time in his life he had witnessed Noah display genuine initiative toward academics.

Consequently, his posture toward Isabella turned incredibly pleasant and supportive.

When she prepared to exit at dusk, Ethan went out of his way to offer his personal her home, which she flatly declined.

Sliding into the luxury transport Ethan authorized for her, Isabella departed the

security detail to escort

compound.

Meanwhile, as the vehicle glided smoothly through a densely packed commercial intersection, her features suddenly froze.

Her visual array locked onto a highly familiar silhouette.

“Brett?”

Isabella’s eyes narrowed to sharp slivers, tracking Brett as he stood entirely surrounded by a squad of tight, heavily built men.

His physical posture looked completely rigid, locked in some tense conversation with the group.

Within a split second, the entire line moved out, heading down an alleyway.

This setup was completely compromised.

Isabella’s eyes turned lethal.

Pushing her cognitive perception through the sea of pedestrians, she clearly “witnessed” the distinct outline of concealed blades tucked beneath their coats.

These operators certainly didn’t belong to the Carter security detail, nor did they look like anyone in Brett’s social circle.

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Isabella’s eyes flashed with absolute frost.

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Straightening her spine, she executed a rapid telepathic sweep of the surrounding grid, verifying that no Carter handlers or vehicles were present in the area.

This was completely unscientific.

Her gaze turned deadly serious.

Brett was the youngest child of the unassailable Carter dynasty.

The exact second he stepped off his property, an elite detail of drivers and bodyguards should be tracking his coordinates.

Or a designated chauffeur, or personal details.

Even if he managed to slip away for an independent excursion, he wouldn’t willingly engage with a pack of shady strangers.

Those operators carried zero data matching Brett’s personal network.

Isabella’s mind mapped the threat vectors instantly.

His body language was screaming absolute resistance.

Finalizing her evaluation in under a millisecond, she addressed the Wayne driver up front, “Pull over right here. I have an active target to intercept.”

The moment the command cleared her lips, the Wayne chauffeur slammed on the brakes, dropping the sedan smoothly against the curb before asking, “Miss Powell, should I maintain my position and wait for you?”

This operator worked under Ethan’s explicit orders, meaning his primary directive was to deliver Isabella safely to her doorstep.

“No need.”

Isabella shook her head flatly.

She couldn’t verify the exact parameters of Brett’s situation yet, so executing a solo scouting line was the most efficient play.

While Brett’s physical tells indicated he didn’t know these men, she couldn’t entirely rule out the variable that Eugene had dispatched a covert retrieval squad to gather his brother.

It wasn’t completely outside the realm of possibility.

However, the predatory gaze of those operators…

Her features hardened into a mask of pure ice as she muttered, “If you don’t mind, route an immediate alert to Eugene Carter, the head of the Carter Group; inform him I’m currently tracking an incident in the

commercial district…”

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The exact second the request left her mouth, she recalled that her personal mobile device already contained the secure line for Eugene’s personal driver.

Reversing her directive instantly, she shook her head, “Belay that, I’ll execute the notification myself. Disregard the alert.

“You’re cleared to return to base.

“If Ethan runs an operational audit on your timeline, I’ll submit the justification.”

Leaving those flat commands, she threw open the passenger door and vanished into the crowd, tracking Brett’s line of retreat with terrifying speed.

Even as her boots hit the concrete, she retrieved her device, hitting the speed–dial for Eugene’s chauffeur, stating flatly, “This is Isabella Powell.

“I’m currently positioning in the main commercial intersection…”

She delivered a crisp, unhurried summary of Brett’s compromise to the driver, before adding, “Run an immediate check with Eugene; Brett’s current baseline looks highly compromised.

“Does he have an authorized travel routing today?

“Or any confirmed appointments in this sector?” @

Receiving her transmission, Eugene’s driver went completely rigid, treating the data with absolute, professional gravity.

He/barked back instantly, “Understood, Miss Powell! I am patching through to the CE

second!”

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Eugene had previously laid down a non–negotiable directive for this chauffeur: if Isabella ever phoned his line, he was to drop everything and execute her requests perfectly.

A young girl navigating a hostile world alone was a heavy burden, so lending corporate muscle whenever possible was his personal mandate.

As the driver cleared the line, Isabella gave a brief grunt of affirmation and cut the feed.

Because her tracking sweep just caught the syndicate operators forcing Brett into the back of a blacked–out

transport.

The exact second that vehicle cleared the curb, Brett’s physical coordinates would permanently vanish from her sensory grid.

If they managed to lock those doors and floor it…

Isabella ran a rapid diagnostic on her current energetic reserves, confirming her cell structure hadn’t regenerated enough raw power to chase down an accelerating vehicle on foot.

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