The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Cloud Nine

Throwing hands on campus like this gave their enemies a perfect opening to attack the Wayne family, and Ethan would have to burn massive favors to settle the fallout.

Isabella’s frown deepened slightly.

She noticed a few idiots recording the brawl earlier; she would breach their mobile networks in a bit and wipe those video files clean.

Isabella kept her poker face, while Noah looked a bit guilty before putting on a defensive front, “I did what I wanted! Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet? Trying to stick up for the Powells?

“Let me tell you, Isabella, don’t you dare be an ungrateful brat! Who the hell do you think I threw hands for?!”

Noah went completely ballistic on the spot.

He was furious about being used as a tool, but if the target hadn’t been Isabella, he wouldn’t have gone to those extremes.

He wasn’t a total blockhead; what did he stand to gain from thrashing Hannah?

But his brain had completely locked up back then.

The sheer thought of Hannah constantly making trouble for Isabella, trash-talking her reputation, trying to turn him into a weapon, and making him doubt her integrity if he had actually introduced Brett…

It triggered an absolute meltdown, leaving him zero room to analyze the pros and cons.

The fact that he hadn’t choked Hannah out right then and there showed immense self-control.

And Isabella had the absolute nerve to lecture him.

Did his standing with her fall short compared to that toxic family?

Oh, give me a break! Right, they share the same bloodline! So even if they trample over her and treat her like dirt, she’ll gladly take it?

“I’m an absolute idiot for looking out for you…”

He ranted at the top of his lungs, leaving Isabella thoroughly speechless..

Knitting her brows, she stared right at him, “I’m talking about your safety, what does this have to do with the Powells?

“Why on earth would I stick up for them?”

Isabella looked completely baffled.

Noah’s train of thought was becoming increasingly impossible to track.

She recognized every single word coming out of his mouth, yet the sentences made zero sense when put together.

She was looking out for his neck, for crying out loud.

Who gave a crap about the Powells?

What was his major malfunction?

Isabella’s frown deepened, “Did I assign way too many practice problems last night, frying your remaining brain cells?”

With a sigh, she added, “Whatever, I’ll pull back on your daily workload next time.”

Noah blinked in total shock.

What practice problems?! What does this have to do with my homework?!

Why the hell are you cutting back on my workload?!

“No way!” he spat out instantly, his face flushing with irritation.

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