The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 360

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For Steven Wayne’s birthday tribute, however, Isabella reserved the pristine core of the meteorite, carving it into an exquisite heraldic desk seal.

The artifact served as a functional executive wax seal and an artistic desk centerpiece, featuring a discreet lanyard aperture allowing it to be carried as a protective talisman.

For Margaret Carter, Isabella crafted a pair of teardrop obsidian earrings.

They radiated an air of classic, understated sophistication.

Knowing Margaret adored delicate, luminous jewelry, Isabella spent hours polishing the facets, giving the obsidian a contemporary, fluid silhouette.

Though not black diamonds, the polished facets gleamed with a deep, satin luster rivaling the finest gems.

Across the face of Steven Wayne’s desk seal, Isabella etched his former military battalion, utilizing micro–engraving to capture its operational history from its founding activation through pivotal tactical engagements, culminating in a historic group portrait of Steven and his comrades.

Every single officer was captured with lifelike precision, their expressions beaming with camaraderie and hard–won triumph.

These historic milestones converged seamlessly across the pillar, rising toward the apex to form a striking, stylized heraldic eagle crest.

The base was bordered by regimental insignias and historic battle standards from his command theater.

These commemorative archives had been sourced directly through Noah.

Ordinarily, unit archival records were barred from public circulation.

Yet once Noah understood her artistic purpose, he handed over the historical files without hesitation.

The records carried historical significance rather than active operational clearance, posing no security risk.

Isabella would never pry into classified intelligence anyway.

With the carving finalized, Isabella channeled her psionic energy into the obsidian lattice.

In an instant, the micro–engraved figures seemed to breathe with life as a faint, ethereal shimmer rippled across the stone.

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The luminous corona quickly receded, sealing itself deep within the crystalline core.

The artifact smoothed out into a dignified, unassuming desk seal.

Isabella nodded with quiet satisfaction.

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As long as Steven kept the seal close, his natural bio–field would sustain the psionic barrier indefinitely.

And if the resonance ever waned, she could re–attune the lattice anytime.

Tucking the desk seal into a velvet–lined presentation box, Isabella prepared for Steven Wayne’s birthday gala.

The gala was scheduled for seven in the evening.

Margaret was already waiting at Carter Manor alongside Raymond for Isabella’s arrival.

Catching sight of Isabella and Raymond walking in, Margaret’s eyes lit up with genuine delight.

“Bella, you look stunning!” she beamed with admiration.

Isabella and Raymond had chosen bespoke high–collar formal suits for the occasion.

Isabella in particular wore a black, tailored frock coat featuring subtle tonal embroidery, accentuating her cool, statuesque frame and lending her an air of untouchable authority.

The commanding presence she projected mirrored a sovereign heiress touring her imperial domain, where a single sweep of her clear gaze carried enough poise to silence any disrespectful stares.

“Magnificent! Regal, elegant, and breathtaking!” Arthur praised with a thumbs–up.

He had originally planned to dispatch bespoke gown designers, worrying she might dress too casually without formal gala experience.

He never anticipated her tailored attire would project such effortless aristocratic grace, outshining conventional evening gowns by a mile.

The party set off in high spirits.

Julian, Felix, and Garrett traveled separately from the Sinclair estate.

Holding their own formal pass, the entire Sinclair family was cleared to attend.

The Carter family carried their own credentials as well.

As for Isabella’s delegation…

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“Bella, does this suit look okay?”

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