The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 263

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A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body

Chapter 263 Uncles from the Past

Edward stood there looking utterly defeated.

Those two had made a killing and walked away filthy rich.

He was the only sucker who ended up in the red!

D*mn it all!

They had plotted the d*mn setup together, hadn’t they?

Playing 4D chess with yourself really is a recipe for disaster.

Edward’s face turned green just thinking about it.

Meanwhile, Isabella checked her balance with immense satisfaction.

Riding both the short and long waves had pushed her total liquidity past the eight–billion–dollar milestone.

Finished

Powell Group’s collapse alone yielded nearly four billion dollars, while Carter and Bexley netted her another four billion dollars combined.

The only pity was that Powell and Bexley folded too quickly; otherwise, her take would have easily shattered the ten–billion–dollar mark.

Still, the final tally exceeded Isabella’s baseline projections by a wide margin.

After all, this jackpot was largely thanks to Perez and his clown show showing up.

Without their circus, Isabella would have been lucky to pull two billion dollars from shorting Powell and Bexley.

Jeremy Perez’s loud endorsement was the only reason their stock prices had bubbled up to astronomical heights in the first place.

At the peak of their rally, the margin squeeze had pushed Isabella’s capital reserves close to the brink of liquidation.

Everything turned out worth the gamble in the end.

Isabella smiled faintly at the thought.

As for those floating Powell Group shares…

Isabella’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

She tucked the transferred shares into her portfolio without making a move.

Those equity chips weren’t needed just yet.

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Chapter 268 Uneles from the Past

Finishery

Having tallied her assets with satisfaction, Isabella headed back to Carter Manor with Eugene and his team.

She practically had all three meals at the Carter residence these days.

Margaret doted on her endlessly, whipping up delicious homemade feasts every single day.

Touched by the family’s genuine warmth Isabella couldn’t bring herself to refuse, only heading back to Summit Manor to sleep.

To this day, Eugene and his parents still assumed she was merely housesitting Summit Manor for a friend.

But when Isabella and Eugene walked into the villa, they found a group of strangers waiting in the living

room.

“Bella…”

Isaac had a bright red palm print stamped across his cheek, held down firmly on the sofa by an iron grip.

Hanging his head low, he glanced up at Isabella with bloodshot eyes before looking down in shame.

Seeing the scene, Isabella’s brows drew together slightly.

She looked at the man seated beside Isaac..

The man wore a well–worn suit that was impeccably clean, radiating a quiet, scholarly dignity.

His eyes reddened the moment he saw Isabella, taking a hesitant step forward to reach for her before pulling his hand back, nodding to Isabella and Eugene as he choked out, “Hello… We’re terribly sorry for failing to protect you, Bella. We’ve caused your hosts so much trouble.

“And we let you suffer so much pain.”

At those words, a burly, tan man beside him slammed a heavy fist against the cushion right next to Isaac.

The sofa frame groaned under the brutal impact.

Gritting his teeth, the muscular man growled through suppressed fury, “We had no idea the Powells were treating Bella like dirt.

“If we had known earlier…”

His voice hitched in his throat, thick with unshed tears.

Darting a quick glance at Isabella, he jerked his head away and fell silent, his jaw clenching hard as his broad chest heaved to fight back tears.

“Let me explain”

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