The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Clear Boundaries

This was a textbook case of a venomous snake biting the hand that warmed it.

“B*stard! Every single one of you grab your iron!

“Correction-everyone deploy right now to have a serious, logical talk with that son of a b*tch.

“What? He thinks hoarding a god-tier track sister gives him a permanent license to trample over my circle

“Dammit! If you can’t handle the upper-class code, don’t enter the grid!

“I just wanted to secure a close alliance with Sister Bella, what the hell is wrong with that?”

Radiating an aggressive, hostile energy, Zachary blitzed straight down to his elite private country club.

He had begged and pleaded on his knees last night yet failed to unlock Isabella’s personal digits, let alone convince her to optimize his handling parameters.

His internal pride was already thoroughly bruised.

And with that bastard Isaac launching an unprovoked strike against his assets, he was fully prepared to dismantle him.

Out of basic respect for the track goddess, the absolute maximum penalty he would deploy was a minor physical beating.

Whatever, launching a massive verbal assault would suffice for the opening phase.

By the time Zachary cleared security, Isaac was systematically destroying the premium VIP suite his click had reserved.

Exactly, the specific high-end lounge where Zachary’s crew spent their nights.

Under standard parameters, their click bought out the entire floor for exclusivity.

Isaac had reduced the custom interior architecture to absolute splinters.

Tracking the legalities, this logged entirely as a civil friction between the trust-fund heirs.

Zachary’s family empire would have to clear the property damage invoices later.

“Isaac, you absolute psycho!

“I cleared your entire million-dollar payout last night!

“What the hell are you trying to accomplish right now?

“Do not presume for a single fraction of a second that I lack the balls to break you!

“I am pulling my punches explicitly to save face with Sister Bella!”

Hearing his defense, Isaac-whose scrambled mind had already constructed a horrific, distorted scenario regarding his sister’s safety-felt his eyes flush with a lethal, crimson fury.

Slamming a heavy mahogany chair onto the floor with a thunderous crash, he lunged forward to seize Zachary’s collar, hoisting his frame clean off the rug as he snarled coldly, “Zachary Harrison! You actually had the sheer nerve to launch a dirty hit against my sister?

“What the hell did you execute against her?!”

Recalling those two massive secur with absolute, murderous cases of physical cash sitting on his duplex floor, Isaac’s gaze burned

“I refuse to taint my ledger with your dirty blackmail cash! Take those assets back right now!

“Keep your filthy paws off my little sister, and don’t you ever dare step within a mile of her perimeter again!

Bypassing his survival instincts, Zachary blurted out a defensive counter, “No way in hell, she is officially my little sister from now on too, and I still gotta beg her to-ah! Isaac, what the hell? This is literal… murder!”

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