The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103 Facing the Music

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Isabella offered a polite thank you before–passing a couple of freshly toasted buns to Margaret and Arthur, then asked, “Is Eugene not up yet?”

She glanced casually toward the grand staircase.

Margaret let out a soft sigh, “Honestly, I have no idea what’s keeping him today.

“The maid just went up to wake him, so he should be down any second.

“He was probably utterly exhausted from Brett’s scare yesterday, and then he spent the whole night grinding away at corporate files.”

Right as the words left her mouth, Eugene made his way down the stairs.

“Morning, Mom.”

Eugene offered a quiet greeting before checking in on Isabella, Brett, and his father one by one.

“Sorry I’m late to the table. Some urgent issues popped up at the office, so I had to pull an emergency shift.”

As he spoke, Isabella locked onto the dark circles staining his eyelids, suddenly realizing she probably shouldn’t have dumped that massive data cache on him so late last night.

The man had clearly pulled a grueling all–nighter because of her.

Isabella’s lips twitched slightly at the realization.

She had merely wanted to hand over the ironclad proof the moment she secured it, knowing someone was hunting his empire from the shadows, so she forwarded the files without a second thought.

She completely overlooked the fact that it was past midnight.

Once Eugene got a look at those documents, sleep was bound to be the absolute last thing on his mind.

Sure enough, Isabella glanced down at her screen.

Under her Vex alias, a single unread notification stared back at her: “Thank you.”

After wrapping up breakfast with Brett, Isabella cleared her plate and got ready for school.

She offered a polite goodbye to both Arthur and Margaret.

Margaret looked entirely loath to let her go.

“Bella, you gotta come over and hang out with us whenever you’re free!

“If you ever hit a rough patch, you call me, your uncle, or Eugene immediately.”

She completely bypassed her youngest son as an option.

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Chapter 108facing the Music

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That reckless boy wouldn’t be a shred of help anyway.

Brett threw his hands up looking thoroughly offended by the blunt dismissal.

“Will do. Thanks, Margaret, Arthur. See you later,” Isabella replied with a warm smile.

She and Brett climbed straight into the backseat of Eugene’s sedan.

Brett didn’t have his own wheels yet, so he always hitched a ride with his older brother.

It was a perfect straight shot to the academy anyway.

As the teenagers settled into their seats, Eugene paused by the driver’s door, turning back to his parents with a grave look, “Dad, Mom, if anyone calls the house from Oskary today, do not pick up.

“If you absolutely can’t dodge them, tell them the entire thing was my call.

“Don’t offer any explanations, and don’t ask them any questions.”

As Eugene spoke, his eyes turned sharp and ice–cold.

The moment he opened the intelligence burst from Vex last night, a chilling dread had pierced through his entire body.

He had poured over every single word of the report, refusing to overlook a single detail.

After leveraging the Carter Group’s private channels to verify and cross–reference the data points, the results came back clear as day–the intel was a hundred percent accurate.

The absolute smoking gun was the raw image captured right from the target’s built–in webcam.

There was absolutely no way to counterfeit a live hardware stream.

On top of that, Vex had hijacked the mastermind’s own lens to snap the shot.

Staring back at Eugene from the center of that captured screen was a terrifyingly familiar face… his estranged uncle.

Eugene’s gaze burned with a freezing fury.

Margaret and Arthur exchanged a look of pure astonishment.

But reading the grim determination carved into their son’s face, they bit back their questions and nodded.

Arthur gave a firm nod of reassurance, “I understand. Don’t worry about us.

“The Carter empire belongs to you now.

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