The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54 Academic Drama

The moment Isabella reclaimed her seat, Mia and her friends shot her a cautious look before sitting down themselves.

They kept their mouths firmly shut.

Oh, so it really did involve me.

Looks like she had accidentally missed a rather entertaining catfight.

Isabella brushed it off carelessly, sliding right into her designated spot.

Noah dropped into his own chair beside her, letting out a mocking chuckle. “Looks like those rabid dogs are finally ripping each other to shreds.

“Man, we should’ve headed back earlier to catch the show,” he muttered with genuine regret.

Isabella shot him a deadpan look.

Remind me who was clutching his stomach forcing us to walk off a massive lunch?

Either way, Isabella couldn’t care less about the drama between Hannah and Mia’s crew.

Even if they had returned early, those girls wouldn’t have had the guts to perform their little circus right in front of them.

Mia’s crew wasn’t that stupid.

On top of that…

There was a high probability Hannah was intentionally putting on a show for their benefit anyway.

Isabella cast a flat glance toward the front row before slumping back over her desk to drift off to sleep.

Catching her movement from the corner of her eye, Hannah clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned white, her chest heaving with frantic rage.

She had explicitly staged that entire crying act for Isabella and Noah’s eyes.

She had seen Isabella and Noah takign a walk aroudn the campus.

Noah’s family background and elite status were absolutely unassailable.

If she could somehow secure his favor, she would never have to stress about getting kicked out by the Powells down the road.

Why the hell does every single jackpot land right in Isabella’s lap?

Noah had a legendary reputation for treating everyone on campus like total garbage.

In fact, most of the student body had been told to go screw themselves at one point or another.

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Chapter 54 Academic Drama

Yet he was currently chatting up a storm with Isabella.

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Could it be that Isabella’s savage, rustic background was somehow fascinating to the eccentric heir?

If she had known it would play out this way, she wouldn’t have stood by waiting for Isabella to provoke him.

She should have forced Isabella to sit right next to her from day one; that way, even if she couldn’t hook Noah herself, Isabella would never have had the chance to get this close to him.

Hannah seethed with bitter, toxic resentment.

She had always viewed herself as a majestic queen compared to that country bumpkin.

Even if Isabella was the legitimate bloodline, she had spent her formative years rotting in some primitive backwoods, and Hannah knew exactly what kind of trashy environment that implied.

She could still recall the sheet disgust on Isaac’s face when they first retrieved her.

Yet in the blink of an eye, everyone’s behavior had done a complete flip.

While Hannah was drowning in a mixture of panic, rage, and secret malice, Isabella had already drifted back to sleep.

She peacefully napped through the entire afternoon block.

It wasn’t that Isabella was trying to skip out on her education.

It was simply that the basic high school curriculum offered zero cognitive challenge.

A single telepathic sweep of the textbooks was enough to permanently burn the entire syllabus into her

memory core.

Westbrook Academy was teaching fundamental high school material, whereas Isabella’s data stores exceeded the collective knowledge of the world’s top international scholars.

She had only stepped foot inside this institution because the original girl harbored a deep, unfulfilled obsession with experiencing a normal school life.

Now that she inhabited this vessel, she intended to honor that wish and play out the role flawlessly.

To be fair, if the Powells hadn’t treated her with such absolute malice from day one, Isabella wouldn’t have completely iced them out.

She would have gladly treated them like real family for the sake of the original soul.

But since things stood as they were, a mutual boundary of non–interference was the best path forward.

As long as they stopped targeting, dismissing, and squeezing her, Isabella would simply treat the Powells

like thin air.

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