The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270 Shadow in the Clean Energy Race

Isabella wasn’t just a daughter of the Powells; she was a Sinclair by blood as well!

Hearing the backstory, Isabella pieced the truth together and understood Margaret’s intentions.

“I understand, Margaret. I don’t hold anything against my uncles; they were kept in the dark.”

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Given the original Isabella’s circumstances and the Sinclairs‘ decline, it was only natural that Julian and his brothers believed she was better off in a wealthy household.

After all, the Powell empire seemed far wealthier than the struggling Sinclair family on the surface.

Who could have foreseen that the Powells were such toxic snobs–despising the girl while refusing to let her uncles take her in?

They deserved every bit of their downfall.

Isabella’s eyes turned frosty.

Had she awakened in the Sinclair household, she wouldn’t have bothered targeting the Powells.

Regretting their cruelty now was far too late.

Turning back to Margaret, she gave a reassuring nod, “Don’t worry. I don’t blame my uncles at all, and I’ll visit Grandfather tomorrow.”

Isabella knew Margaret worried she had grown cynical from the Powells‘ abuse, projecting that resentment onto the Sinclairs.

Or perhaps fearing she would hesitate to accept their goodwill out of trauma–scared they might turn out to be another nest of vipers like the Powells–so Margaret stepped in to prevent her from losing the genuine family warmth she deserved.

After all, if her grandfather’s family truly loved and worried about her, refusing to see them would leave a lingering regret.

Having made up her mind, Isabella nodded firmly, “I’ll go tomorrow.”

Hearing her decision, Margaret finally let out a joyful breath.

She had only intervened because she feared Isabella might overthink and isolate herself.

Prodigies of her intellect often fell prey to obsessive overthinking.

Seeing Isabella accept the advice with an open heart, Margaret’s furrowed brows smoothed into a radiant

smile.

“Wonderful. I’ll have Eugene drive you over, and if you run into any trouble, don’t hesitate to let us know.”

Margaret offered her support from the bottom of her heart.

10:47 am

Chapter 270–Shadow in the Clean Energy Race

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Isabella had saved Brett’s life, and Margaret adored the girl to bits; if the Sinclairs needed a helping hand, she was more than happy to lend Carter Group’s backing.

After all, these were the few living relatives who genuinely cared about Isabella.

Margaret’s heart ached with motherly affection for the girl.

She had carried far too much weight on her young shoulders.

So resilient, brilliant, and endearing all at once.

It just makes my heart melt for her.

Overwhelmed by affection, Margaret pulled Isabella into a tight, warm hug.

The sudden embrace left Isabella momentarily startled.

After gently reassuring Margaret, Isabella finally headed back to Summit Manor under her fond gaze.

Back inside her master suite, Isabella powered up her terminal to investigate the Sinclair family’s past.

The digital records aligned with Margaret’s account.

Seven or eight years ago, the Sinclair family reigned far above the Powells, and most of Powell Group’s senior tech leads were former Sinclair veteran engineers.

Digging into historical filings, Isabella discovered the Sinclairs specialized in energy trading and tech exports, with next–generation battery cell manufacturing serving as their core revenue driver.

Their solid–state energy cells were considered cutting–edge black tech at the time, sparking massive hype across industrial markets.

Many conglomerates tried riding the wave, but none possessed the technical mastery the Sinclairs had refined, for the Sinclairs had spent decades pioneering the field as their primary foundation.

The moment the clean–energy trend emerged, the Sinclairs had moved aggressively, spearheading early research and capital investments.

Even if an investment went south, an industrial titan of that scale wouldn’t vanish into obscurity overnight without foul play.

Suspicious of the timeline, Isabella began digging deeper into archived corporate records.

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