The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361 Whispers in the Shadows

Isaac strode off with his head held high and chest puffed out.

Meanwhile, Isabella linked her arm with Raymond’s as they stepped through the main entrance of the ballroom.

Lurking in a shadowed corner of the gala, Preston watched them with a venomous scowl.

D*mn it, how is this old Sinclair b*stard looking healthier by the day?

Looking at him now, it seemed as if he were on the verge of a full recovery.

The more Preston turned it over, the darker his thoughts became.

He had initially left Raymond alone under the assumption that moving into Isabella’s estate would have zero clinical benefit on his condition.

After all, Raymond had been poisoned for so long that an overnight recovery was impossible, let alone from mere rest and relaxation.

What kind of ridiculous joke was that?

Could a casual change of scenery miraculously cure systemic poisoning?

Preston’s expression darkened as he scrutinized Raymond, trying to discern whether the old man was merely putting on a brave front or genuinely recovering.

Could Isabella be sheltering a miracle physician inside Summit Manor?

Or had the Carters and the Waynes pulled strings to enlist a world–class specialist?

That made little sense.

Aside from Andre, who on earth could reverse Raymond’s deterioration?

Put bluntly, Andre’s personal morals were questionable, but his clinical genius was beyon reproach.

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Nobody could build an international reputation as a charlatan, especially in a field as delicate as cardiovascular neuro–therapeutics.

Weighing those thoughts, Preston stepped forward to greet the Sinclair party.

“Mr. Sinclair, gentlemen, what an unexpected pleasure to run into you here. You have quite the remarkable granddaughter.”

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Chapter 361 Whispers in the Shadows

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He offered his greetings with polished, gentlemanly etiquette.

The moment he spoke, the Sinclairs‘ expressions turned to ice.

Raymond in particular looked upon him with unfiltered disgust.

He had not forgotten how relentlessly the Kellers had tried to coerce him into surrendering his battery patents.

Back then, Preston hadn’t worn this courteous mask.

His gaze had been dripping with condescending disdain, treating the Sinclairs like insects beneath his boots.

Now he had the gall to act like a polite, cultured gentleman.

Raymond sneered with frosty contempt, “Thanks to you, Mr. Keller, my health is thriving! And our family will only soar higher from here on out!”

He intended to make it clear that the Kellers could never use his failing health to extort their patents again.

But the words struck Preston like a thunderbolt, suspecting their poisoning plot had been unmasked, his gaze hardening with murderous malice.

They definitely uncovered the truth–no wonder Isabella suddenly whisked Raymond away to her private

estate.

D*mn it.

Preston’s face darkened as he dropped his voice to a dangerous whisper, “Be careful with accusations, Mr. Sinclair–words require evidence.

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“Besides, just because your struggling house scored invitations to Steven Wayne’s gala, do you honestly believe you’re poised for a grand resurgence?

“A triumphant comeback?

“Don’t make me laugh.”

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He sneered in frigid mockery, “She is nothing more than a private tutor to the Waynes‘ younger son–did you really think your granddaughter was some indispensable prodigy?”

Preston had thoroughly looked into Isabella’s background.

He knew she had caught the Wayne family’s favor simply by coaching Noah’s grades.

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