A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body
Chapter 368 The Veteran’s Scars
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With that in mind, he approached Steven with a warm, deferential smile, “General Wayne, might I ask a small favor? A distinguished guest in the salon wished to examine Professor Grant’s Neuro–Blocker to appreciate the innovation firsthand.
“Given that this prototype is the sole functional unit in existence, procured through immense personal effort, I must shamelessly request to borrow the device for a brief demonstration, if you would indulge us.”
Framed with such polished courtesy, Steven had little ground to refuse.
Furthermore, he remained unaware of the friction brewing in the lounge.
The dispute had been kept quiet, and with Steven attending to a steady stream of dignitaries, word had not reached his ears.
He nodded agreeably, “Of course. There is no need for formality–take it if you have use for it, Mr. Keller.”
With a wave of his hand, he signaled his aide to step aside and retrieve the medical parcel from the private alcove.
Securing the case, Preston brought it out to Damian, whispering in a chilling tone, “Go. Humiliate Isabella into the dirt.”
Once this spectacle played out, how could Steven Wayne openly shelter Isabella again?
A reckless girl who slandered fellow guests with baseless lies at a formal banquet was nothing more than an insecure, spiteful brat.
Her character would be thoroughly ruined.
This maneuver would restore the Keller family’s honor while crushing Isabella’s momentum.
Securing the Sinclairs‘ battery patents down the road would become effortless.
Tonight, Isabella and her entire circle would become the premier laughingstock of high society.
Glancing back toward the head table, Preston saw Steven bantering cheerfully with the Carters and Raymond.
Enjoy your laughter while it lasts. In a few moments, none of you will be able to smile.
Preston smirked with cold disdain.
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Chapter 368 The Veteran’s Scars
Armed with the hardware, Damian rushed back to the private lounge.
Backed by his father’s blessing, his confidence soared to arrogant heights.
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Striding into the room with his chin held high, he sneered, “Isabella, get ready to apologize on your knees!
“Noah, summon a few of your family’s veteran subordinates–anyone with stiff joints or chronic trauma will do. Let’s show everyone the wonders of Professor Grant’s Neuro–Blocker!”
Damian spoke with his nose practically tilted toward the ceiling.
His father had assured him this hardware was Andre’s newest clinical prototype, boasting unmatched efficacy in dampening chronic ballistic pain and restoring mobility to damaged
wrist nerves.
It offered immediate relief from severe neuropathic trauma.
The Waynes were a storied military dynasty, making it trivial to round up soldiers carrying battle scars.
Old ballistic trauma and shrapnel wounds flared with unbearable agony in damp weather.
Even in daily life, severe nerve damage left fingers limp and unable to exert force.
Yet deploying this Neuro–Blocker would immediately sever sensory transmission, allowing subjects to ignore the pain and grip objects they normally couldn’t lift.
It was a miracle intervention wounded veterans dreamed of receiving.
Once the clinical results were displayed, the Wayne family and every dignitary present would clamor to court the Kellers.
As Damian gloated over the impending triumph, Ethan Wayne stepped through the double doors into the lounge.
He had been hosting fellow officers in an adjoining suite, heading over to check on Isabella after hearing whispers of friction. He hadn’t anticipated walking into Damian’s grandiose proclamation.
“A Neuro–Blocker with that level of efficacy?”
Ethan arched a brow, turning to the comrades flanking him, “Do any of you care to give it a try?”
Several officers walking beside him were carrying active combat injuries undergoing rehabilitation, with one soldier’s arm wrapped in a heavy fiberglass cast.
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