The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303 High–Speed Sabotage

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True prodigies mastered in seconds what took others decades, brushing it off with a casual, “Isn’t this pretty basic?”

Having been thoroughly humbled by her academic brilliance, Noah held no doubt on that front.

D*mn it, acing exams is one thing, but how is she this good on a superbike too?!

I’m ready to cry my eyes out!

Noah felt numb from head to toe.

Meanwhile, Damian and his clique stood frozen with stiff, pale faces.

They couldn’t fathom this impossible outcome!

A nightmare hazard tailored to eliminate the heavy Beast had been cleared in a single effortless leap?

What kind of sick joke was this?

Watching Isabella touch down and hunt down the waiter at breakneck speed, dark venom pooled in Damian’s eyes.

With an icy scowl, he glared at the circuit and discretely tapped a hidden toggle on his collar.

In his wireless earpiece, the waiter’s ragged gasps and roaring wind buffeted through the channel.

Damian hissed through gritted teeth, “Cut off Isabella’s machine and force her to brake right

now!

“You don’t need to steer–just let the AI cut lanes and box her in.”

Damian’s gaze turned murderous.

He stared at the final obstacle rising on the horizon.

A colossal mechanical iron gate was rising ahead with a single narrow corridor barring side–by- side passes, where blocking Isabella and rattling her nerve meant…

Damian’s lips curled into a sinister sneer.

Flanked by high–density steel walls on both sides, a collision at that speed would leave Isabella

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The waiter trembled violently, stammering through the comms, “I… I can’t…”

He wasn’t stupid–he knew exactly what Damian was demanding.

Forcing a high–speed brake check on a superbike would inevitably cause a fatal crash.

Losing a race was bad, but killing someone on the track carried blood on his hands!

Damian’s expression turned frigid, his lips barely moving as he whispered in a chilling cadence, “Think this through carefully–pull this off for me, and ten million dollars of that thirty- million pot is yours!

“On the flip side, if we lose, have you thought about how you’ll survive my wrath?

“What, did you think losing means walking away clean?

“If you cost us thirty million dollars and our family honor, imagine what I’ll do to you.

“Weigh your options and execute the plan!

“Once you succeed, I’ll set you up with a corporate post ten times better than serving drinks in this dump!

“Choose wisely!”

Damian severed the encrypted comm link without another word.

Real–time voice override was a built–in feature of the autonomous racing suite, controlled directly from Damian’s personal terminal.

The waiter went rigid on the saddle.

Long after the line went dead, terror held him paralyzed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Gritting his teeth in desperate greed, he yielded control to the AI to cut across Isabella’s line.

“Wait, what is he doing?!”

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