The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 123

A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body

Chapter 123 Too Late for Regret

Spotting Isabella’s figure down the hall, Isaac froze in his tracks for a fraction of a second.

Hannah bit down hard on her jaw, instinctively twisting her head to the side.

She refused to let Isabella witness her current, humiliated state.

That b*tch must be flying high right now.

Isaac was backing her play, and Noah was standing firmly by her side.

Even Noah’s powerhouse big brother had lined up completely behind her.

Why the hell was she the solitary target taking absolute devastation?

She was the one who took a physical beating, yet not a single soul spared her an ounce of pity.

Sure, she dropped a few toxic whispers about Isabella, but Isabella hadn’t lost a single hair, right?

What was the big deal about a few minor insults?

Who has not been talked about behind their back once in a while?

The toxic injustice of it left Hannah burning with pure bitterness.

Recalling Isaac’s cold ultimatum, a fresh layer of tears welled right back up in her eyes.

The drops fell down her cheeks in an uncontrolled stream.

Right at that second, Isaac bypassed her completely and walked straight toward Isabella.

He muttered in a quiet tone, “Isabella.”

He stared at her, his lips parting but the words locking up in his throat.

Isabella was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Noah, having just waved a final goodbye to Ethan.

Turning around to face Isaac, her brow knitted into a small scowl.

On the other side, Noah launched an aggressive counter on the spot, “Hey, what the hell are you planning? Let me make one thing clear-don’t you dare dump your corporate frustration onto Bella.

“If you try to lay a hand on her, see if you walk away in one piece.”

Noah’s posture carried absolute hostility as he planted his frame directly between Isaac and Isabella.

He refused to show a single member of the Powell family a shred of professional courtesy.

Hannah was a complete snake, and Isaac was cut from the exact same cloth.

God knows how much abuse they had forced Isabella to take under their roof.

What?

Was he marching over to display his pathetic big-brother authority again?

If the man dared to make a single aggressive move toward Isabelia, he would personally crush him.

Noah’s gaze remained perfectly sharp and defensive.

Watching the boy plant himself like a fiercely protective guard dog, Isabella’s lips twitched slightly.

Did this brat completely forget I can handle myself in a physical clash?

Since when do I require a high-schooler’s protection?

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