The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 5

Isabella walked straight out of Powell Villa before realizing it was located in a hillside estate.

Cars were scarce around here, with most residents relying on their family vehicles for travel.

Unlike Isabella, who was walking alone on the winding mountain road.

"Forget it."

After standing silently by the roadside for a while, Isabella decided she might as well run down the mountain.

It would be a good way to train her stamina.

Earlier, while in her room, she had carefully felt around.

This world wasn't entirely devoid of the spiritual energy and psychic force from her original world—it was just extremely sparse.

Only faint traces of energy lingered in the air.

But for Isabella, these traces were enough for recovery.

Now, she could feel the source of power within her slowly stirring back to life.

Though the process was very slow, it was something to look forward to.

Isabella's eyes flickered thoughtfully.

She raised her hand, and a swirling vortex slowly formed in her palm, sharp as a blade, cold and piercing, almost cutting through the air.

With a wave of her hand, the swirling air blade dissipated.

The next moment, she gripped the roadside guardrail, flipped over it, and landed swiftly on the other side of the mountain road. Her movements were precise, concise, and daring.

Moving along the cliffside adjacent to the mountain road, she was as agile as a rabbit and as swift as an eagle. In just a few breaths, she had traversed several sections of the cliff and landed on another stretch of the winding road below.

*****

"Huh?"

Inside a car, Brett Carter's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Eugene, are there monkeys around here?"

He nudged his brother, Eugene Carter's arm.

Eugene's gaze remained calm behind his gold-rimmed glasses as he turned to look at Brett, his tone cold. "You'd better have a real reason for bothering me.

"Otherwise, I'll throw you out to go monkeying around."

He had been handling an urgent document when Brett nudged him, causing his hand to slip and send the file by mistake.

Expressionlessly, he recalled the document.

But Brett insisted urgently, "No, seriously! Look!

"See? There's a person on that cliffside!

"Look, hurry, look!

"Isn't that the girl the Powell family recently brought back?"

Brett pointed toward the cliffside ahead.

At that moment, Isabella's figure had just cleared a curved section of the cliff. As she landed, her eyes met those of the Carter family's car rounding the bend.

She glanced expressionlessly at the Carter family's car, walked straight to the guardrail on the other side, and prepared to flip over it again.

Eugene tapped his fingers lightly, signaling the driver to stop the car. Then he looked toward Isabella, who had just reached the guardrail, and asked, "Isabella?"

He had heard Isaac call her by that name.

Although the Powell family hadn't held a public debut, the wealthy families living nearby all knew about the girl—the daughter they had lost fifteen years ago.

"Need a ride?"

He explained briefly, "Beyond this point is the highway, which is off-limits to pedestrians.

"If you keep walking, Isaac and the others will probably get a call from the police within five minutes."

Without hesitation, she got into the back seat of the car.

Brett looked at her with a mix of surprise and excitement. "How did you do that earlier?!

"Your moves were so clean and sharp! Even my cousin isn't that impressive—you're seriously cool!"

Brett's cousin served in the military with a fairly high rank.

"Practiced in the mountains," Isabella replied succinctly.

"Thank you."

She looked at Eugene.

She knew Eugene was the one in charge here.

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