The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 365

A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body

Chapter 365 Clashing in the Lounge

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Landon tugged gently on his sleeve from beside him, silently signaling him not to push his luck.

This was Steven’s private celebration, after all.

Yet Damian felt entirely untouchable.

Glaring at Noah’s couch, he sneered, “What? Upset? I didn’t name any names–why are you rushing to wear the shoe?

“Or are you planning to throw hands here, Noah?”

What could Noah do to him over a few barbed remarks?

This was the General’s birthday gala–would Noah dare start a brawl under his father’s roof?

It was precisely because he grasped this constraint that Damian acted so brazenly.

He could mock Isabella to his heart’s content, but let Noah try throwing a punch!

Assaulting an invited guest would turn the Wayne family into the laughingstock of the entire elite establishment.

Reaching that realization, Landon and the others caught on and slowly released his arm.

As long as Damian knew his limits, they wouldn’t get dragged into the crossfire.

They were thrilled to watch Isabella take the heat without having to stick their own necks out.

Besides, Isabella had helped Noah’s crew fleece them out of thirty million dollars at the racetrack.

The memory alone set their teeth grinding with bitter hatred.

Landon in particular was fuming.

Having contributed twelve million dollars to the pot, his loss had been the steepest.

He had been ridiculed by peers for days, barred from retaliating, and reprimanded by his father on top of it.

With that resentment burning, he stared toward Isabella with spiteful glee.

Isabella regarded Damian with serene detachment, asking evenly, “So, You believe Mr. Wayne

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Chapter 365 Clashing in the Lounge

should only accept exorbitant tributes, Damian?

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“I wonder how much the Keller gift cost, and what rare treasure you deemed worthy?”

“You-!” Damian started to boast that it was ten times better than hers, only for Landon to yank his sleeve hard.

“Damian, shut up!”

Landon hissed under his breath in frantic panic.

Delivering lavish tributes to Steven Wayne was delicate business; boasting of exorbitant costs in public would instantly hand rivals political ammunition.

What were you trying to buy by showering a high–ranking military commander with fortunes?!

The gifts would be thrown out onto the street on the spot!

Landon’s warning snapped Damian out of his impulse with a cold jolt.

Realizing Isabella had baited him into a trap, rage flared in his chest.

Scowling darkly, he barked, “What we gifted is none of your damn business! But it certainly isn’t a pathetic trinket of a seal!”

Gritting his teeth in defensive spite, he added, “Furthermore, my father presented General Wayne with specialized cardiovascular therapeutics formulated personally by Professor Grant, alongside a cutting–edge Neuro–Blocker freshly engineered in his lab–what would an amateur like you know!”

Damian sneered with dripping condescension, “Every single item outclasses your cheap stone by miles, and represents genuine consideration.

“Without our family’s personal rapport with Professor Grant, you couldn’t buy these breakthroughs at any price!

“Unlike your bankrupt house!”

Looking down on Isabella with icy arrogance, he scoffed, “If not for sheer dumb luck pairing you with Noah as his tutor, you wouldn’t have clearance to step past the Wayne gates!

“So know your place and spare us the embarrassment!”

At his words, Noah bristled with murderous fury and sprang to his feet, only for Isabella to press him back down.

Resting a firm hand on Noah’s shoulder to keep him seated, she fixed her calm gaze upon

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