The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 294

Chapter 294 Suits and Spars

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Finished

Once the transfer cleared, Isabella looked at them with calm detachment, “Can we race now?”

Damian snapped back, “Of course!”

I’ll make her cry her eyes out on the asphalt!

Thirty million dollars must be the bulk of her Carter Group payout, right?

Damian sneered in his thoughts.

Powell Group is bankrupt, yet Isabella has no financial restraint–let’s see how she explains losing this fortune to Eugene!

If I play this right, I might even drive a wedge between them.

After all, who likes a reckless spendthrift?

Especially when she is squandering Carter Group’s money!

If she treats their wealth like dirt, will Arthur and Margaret Carter still dote on her?!

Heh!

Damian scoffed inwardly.

Glancing at the trembling waiter, he waved a hand, prompting an aide to hand the man a gear set, “Put this on.

“This is custom–tailored gear for the Steelwing.”

Noah cast a mocking glance over, jeering, “Custom gear? How pretentious.”

It was just standard riding armor–a track suit, helmet, elbow pads, and reinforced gloves.

Damian raised an eyebrow and shot back, “It’s natural for bumpkins not to understand!

“You’ve probably never touched a machine this exquisite in your life!”

“Pfft.”

Scanning the Beast G50032 behind Isabella, he sneered, “Careful not to take a spill.

“We don’t cover medical bills here–at most, we’ll comp you basic accident insurance.”

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Chapter 294 Suits and Spars

Noah slammed his riding gloves down in fury, “Watch your f*cking mouth! I swear I’ll-”

Damian sneered back, “What? Is stating plain facts a crime now? Heh!”

He eyed Isabella up and down with unapologetic arrogance and disdain.

Finished

Looking at him and the trembling waiter, Isabella replied evenly, “Mr. Keller should be the one watching his step–try not to trip over us bumpkins.

“That would look far more embarrassing.

“There won’t even be accident insurance to cover your pride.

“Though we can crowdfund a psychiatric visit for you, just in case you suffer a nervous breakdown.”

Taking the keys from Noah’s hand, she fastened her helmet and walked toward the machine.

“Hey! Bella! The racing suit!”

For all his sharp tongue against Damian, Noah was exceptionally protective when it came to Isabella.

Seeing her hand the suit back, he rushed after her holding the gear, only for Isabella to wave him off.

“No need–it’s too restrictive.”

In truth, she wouldn’t even wear a helmet if she could help it, only putting it on because Noah’s crew would never let her ride without one.

Knitting her brows, she flipped her visor up.

Too bothersome.

Damian’s crew watched her fiddle with the gear, assuming she was unfamiliar with racing helmets and laughing inwardly.

A bumpkin really is a bumpkin–she probably never touched a superbike before today!

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