The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90 Strategic Wins

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The second he stepped away from her, even with a squad of elite handlers throwing a heavy security wall around him, his panic returned.

Recognizing the severe trauma response Ethan let Isabella keep him close, murmuring softly, “The kid has taken a major psychological hit.

“If you’re open to it, it’s best you stay at the Carter mansion tonight so he can keep eyes on you.

“That way, once the sun comes up tomorrow, his system should settle down.

“I’m not asking you to act as his personal nurse or anything.

“Just let him verify you’re sleeping under the same roof; we’ll set you up in a luxury guest suite.

“It won’t complicate anything on our ledger.”

Listening to Ethan’s breakdown, Isabella gave a firm nod.

She understood his tactical rationale perfectly.

Back in her veteran unit, plenty of fresh recruits went through this exact shock cycle after surviving their first hot engagement or a lethal close call.

During that volatile window, having their designated anchor asset nearby–even behind a closed door- did wonders to ground their central nervous system.

“Sure.

“But I need to run a brief notification to the estate.”

Isabella murmured flatly.

If she went completely off the grid overnight without flagging it, the Powell household would undoubtedly launch a massive fit.

Isabella didn’t give a single crap about their opinions, but dodging unnecessary friction was highly

efficient.

Ethan nodded at her response, stating, “Don’t sweat it, I’ll have the Carters dispatch an official phone notification to your family.”

Pausing for a beat, his voice dropped to a low, serious register. “Furthermore, tonight’s entire operation is under a strict temporary gag order.

“There’s a high probability a shadowy corporate syndicate is pulling the strings behind this cartel.

“We require a quiet operational window to dig them out of their holes.

“On top of that…”

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Chapter 90 Strategic Wins

He added grimly, “Letting the public know you and Brett were hauled out to a remote village isn’t gonna do your profile any favors.”

Getting abducted, thrown into a blighted settlement, and stranded with a pack of killers for hours would inevitably ignite a catastrophe storm of toxic high–society gossip around your names.

A boy like Brett can bounce back easily, but a young heiress like you shouldn’t have her reputation dragged through that mud.

“Consequently, we are classifying this case and wiping the digital trail completely clean.

“We will manufacture an entirely separate corporate excuse to justify your stay at the Carter estate.”

“Understood.” Isabella murmured, showing zero friction.

It aligned perfectly with standard field cleanup.

The authorities had their legal frameworks to execute.

It made absolutely no difference to her.

Compliance was efficient enough.

Wrapping up their brief, the convoy rocketed straight back to the Carter estate.

Shifting coordinates, the main library inside the Carter mansion was a war room.

Eugene and his handlers were currently pacing the floor, waiting frantically for an update from the front

lines.

Although Ethan’s team had already cleared a satellite call to flag that the threat environment was green and the assets were inbound, Eugene’s mind refused to settle down.

These were bloodthirsty, high–profile cartel killers.

There was zero telling what kind of brutal, horrific torture Brest and Isabella had absorbed during those hours.

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The authorities routinely filtered the grimmest details to keep the family from going into total shock.

While those dark thoughts were torturing his mind, the heavy doors jetted open, and Isabella’s group stepped inside.

The exact split second they cleared the threshold, a gorgeous, hyper–fashionable woman draped in luxury brands and dripping with high–end diamonds lunged straight toward Brett.

She wept hysterically, screaming his name as she closed the distance, “My poor baby!”

Every inch of her profile was flawlessly immaculate, and even the faint stress lines around her eyes couldn’t diminish her striking, high–society elegance. She was Brett’s mother, Margaret Carter.

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