The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284 The Paddock Gathering

by the way if you feel sick, say something! Don’t go throwing up on my jacket!”

Noah warned her with utmost seriousness.

He worried Isabella might panic on her first superbike ride, terrified of what would happen if she kept quiet! and vomited all over him.

The mere thought of that nightmare made his face turn green.

Isabella offered an amused smirk.

Me, terrified?

would throw up ten times before she even felt dizzy.

mpared to the machines she was used to, this superbike was a toddler’s toy.

she used to pilot heavy armored combat rigs in live-fire battlefields without batting an eye.

What was a civilian superbik

Still, hearing his anxious

She might as well let

Tearing down the Caporia.

The venue wa

Its tracks

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answered with a gentle hum.

tough guy-no harm done.

led into a gated private motorsport club on the western outskirts of

e private racing facility reserved for high society.

ge safety barriers and complex obstacle layouts.

reckless street drags out in the Westside hills.

ed adrenaline and bravado, while this track demanded elite mechanical precision

ent their weekends racing here.

her, Isaac, used to be a regular fixture on these tracks, though that was ancient history. ed a bike in ages.

a rowdy crowd of teenagers was howling at the track.

Tristan Lennox, you idiot!”

e! Don’t choke on the straightaway, you coward!”

ered and shouted at the top of

ced over, noticing ther

split-circuit track.

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Chapter 284 The Paddock Gathering

Two superbikes were tearing through the turns-one electric azure and the other matte black.

The black machine looked heavier, meaner, and far harder to wrangle than Noah’s bike, clearly a high-spec flagship monster.

Confirming her thought, a purple-haired youth standing nearby clicked his tongue. “Man, Declan’s Beast G50032 is running circles around Tristan’s Azure Cyclone.

“That torque is disgusting-TEU Motors outdid themselves on this generation.”

Mid-sentence, the boy caught sight of Isabella and Noah walking over, his eyebrows shooting up in mock

surprise.

“Well, look who finally showed up! His Royal Highness Noah Wayne! Pretty damn hard to book your time,

huh?

“Do we need to submit a formal request to your dad just to get you out of the house?!”

He bantered with exaggerated sarcasm, glancing sideways at Isabella before flashing Noah a playful grin, “And who’s this? Is this the little Powell sister you wouldn’t shut up about?

“Well, she looks delicate enough, but who knew she was a prodigy student.”

This entire circle consisted of heirs from prominent military brass and political families, much like Noah.

Yet hailing from different sectors, they rarely gathered in one place, tied down with their own high-society

circles.

Not all of them attended Westbrook Academy either.

Depending on their families’ career paths, they were enrolled across various elite private academies in the capital.

At the purple-haired boy’s remark, the entire clique turned their heads to study Isabella and Noah.

Meeting the barrage of curious gazes, Isabella remained poised, showing neither self-conscious unease nor

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