The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 359

Chapter 359 Crafting the Talismans

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Fortunately, Isabella’s casual style carried effortless modern flair, making Noah’s oversized jacket look fashionably intentional rather than mismatched.

She rolled the leather sleeves up past her elbows to expose her light–blue graphic tee, burying both hands in the pockets as she followed Noah down the stairs into the subterranean garage.

Preston sat in the rear of his limousine with a face as dark as thunder, paying no attention to the pedestrians outside as he barked, “Drive!”

After suffering such public humiliation today, he had no patience to linger around the premises.

As for ambushing someone, ambush who?

He had no idea who was sitting inside that private booth, and the sheer helplessness drove him mad.

He had checked the private cubicle Isabella opened earlier, only to find the room deserted.

He couldn’t afford to linger outside the door, lest rumors spread that he was throwing a tantrum over an auction loss.

Preston valued his reputation too much to make a scene, departing immediately.

Catching sight of Isabella and Noah strolling past his tinted windows, he barely spared them a passing glance before his limousine sped into the night.

“I didn’t expect that old fox Preston Keller to show up here,” Noah remarked with furrowed

brows.

Preston had removed his mask inside the vehicle, and as their paths crossed, Noah caught sight of his face right before the tinted glass rolled up.

Isabella arched a curious brow.

Could the rival who contested the obsidian and the mandrake root really have been Preston Keller?

If so, the world is remarkably small.

While the irony amused her, Noah let out a relieved breath, “Good thing we kept our masks on, or recognizing me would’ve given your identity away in a second.

“The Kellers are vindictive and fiercely protective of their own–stay as far away from them as possible.”

Noah remained in the dark regarding the bad blood between the Sinclairs and the Kellers.

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Chapter 359 Crafting the Talismans

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He merely worried that Isabella’s role in humiliating Damian at the racetrack would invite Preston’s retaliation.

Had he known Isabella had also orchestrated the asset–auction trap that stripped Damian of billions, he wouldn’t have sounded so casual, knowing Preston was already out for blood.

“Indeed, what a relief,” Isabella replied with a serene smile.

If her rival had truly been Preston Keller, the upcoming birthday gala promised to be quite a show.

She looked forward to seeing his face.

The following afternoon, Isabella collected all consigned lots from the neutral drop point and brought them back to Summit Manor.

“Time to get to work.”

She had already procured high–precision lapidary equipment, outfitting a sunlit parlor on the ground floor into an executive crafting studio.

Over the subsequent days, she spent every spare hour working in her studio.

Returning from Westbrook Academy each afternoon, she would purge toxins from Raymond’s system before retreating to the parlor to cut and carve the minerals.

Detoxifying Raymond differed from standard medical care; Isabella used her psionic field to envelop the microscopic taxine deposits, drawing them through his acupoints in careful increments.

These were deep–seated residues accumulated over months, resistant to conventional pharmacology.

Aggressive medications carried dangerous contraindications for a man of his age, creating unnecessary physiological strain.

Thus, Isabella combined restorative nutritional regimens with psionic purification, gradually restoring his neural and cardiovascular baselines.

Within days, Raymond’s withered vitality bloomed like spring returning to dry timber, his weathered complexion regaining a healthy, rosy warmth.

Julian dropped by several times, marveling in disbelief at his father’s rapid transformation.

He had been sick with worry, having consulted clinical authorities who warned that removing neurotoxic deposits was an uphill battle requiring cautious observation.

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