The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149 Household Logistics,

“Mr. and Mrs. Carter explicitly mapped out this routine to block your eldest brother from launching a harassment strike or locating an excuse to squeeze you again.”

Hearing the tactical layers of the rescue mission, Isabella let out another soft chuckle.

“Deliver a proper thank-you to Margaret and Arthur for me.

“I am highly likely going to require your full management skills over the next few weeks, Nora.”

She was already finalizing her operational timeline to move into the premium luxury estare, meaning she desperately required a veteran housekeeper to manage the service staff and organize the household logistics.

Otherwise, running a massive multi-acre property completely on her own would create an unnecessary administrative bottleneck.

Nora’s sudden deployment was an absolute, flawless addition to her perimeter.

Once the employment contracts cleared, she could simply hand full operational control over the domestic staff to Nora.

Furthermore, with a trusted veteran anchoring the estate, her mind would remain perfectly at ease.

Granted, she was still planning to draft a professional estate manager down the road.

But that detail belonged exclusively to the next phase of the blueprint.

Assuming Isabella was referring entirely to the modest duplex apartment, Nora beamed, “Understood, Miss Bella. You just focus on crushing your classes at Westbrook.

“Leave the apartment logistics entirely to my hands.

“Man, this place is an absolute wreck.

“Good lord, why is Isaac sleeping face-down on the living room rug?”

Nora muttered her critiques internally as she scanned the floor.

Isabella simply offered a light grin before marching out to find her transport.

Bypassing the threshold, she reminded Nora that Isaac was still processing his concussion and should be left completely undisturbed.

Nora instantly nodded confirmation.

A short while after Isabella cleared the perimeter, Isaac finally drifted back into consciousness, his mind a total blank.

Between the violent physical impact and the severe motion sickness last night, his brain was thoroughly scrambled.

The boy had remained completely blacked out for the entire night.

In point of fact, when Zachary’s crew was hoisting his frame off the grass earlier, a fraction of his perception had been active.

But the tracking data had been completely fuzzy and distorted, leaving him without a solid grasp on reality.

He could vaguely recall muffled fragments of human speech, but the sentences were too scrambled to process.

The moment they dropped him onto the apartment rug, he plunged straight back into a deep sleep, only achieving full clarity right now.

He reached up to clutch his skull.

The severe contusions across his skin hadn’t faded a single bit.

A massive bump had formed on the crown of his head, throbbing with white-hot agony the exact second his fingers brushed the swelling.

Let out a sharp hiss of pain, he didn’t dare lay a single finger on the wound again.

Catching the sound of his distress, Nora marched straight over to his position, “Morning, Isaac. Now that your system is online, let’s get you into an actual bedroom; this living room setup is a bit too cramped for proper recovery.”

Isabella had been clueless as to which suite he preferred, so she simply left his frame on the center carpet.

Either way, the automated climate control systems kept the room perfectly warm, ensuring he didn’t catch a chill.

Isaac sat up through a blinding migraine, the terrifying memory of his high-speed impact with the rock. face instantly filling his thoughts.

Before the pure dread of that near-death crash could paralyze his system, Nora’s voice cut right through his panic.

Bypassing his confusion, his eyes stretched wide as he stared blankly at her, “Who the hell are you?”

He demanded in absolute, unadulterated shock.

Noting the defensive, startled intensity cutting through his expression, Nora offered a smooth explanation while smoothing her premium uniform, “I am a senior housekeeper from the Carter estate, deployed by Mr. and Mrs. Carter to manage Miss Bella’s domestic logistics.”

Nora maintained perfect clarity regarding her operational hierarchy.

Her primary target was providing explicitly for Isabella, leaving Isaac as nothing more than a secondary asset on her checklist.

Consequently, while her vocabulary remained perfectly polite and professional, she refused to offer him a shred of elite pampering.

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