The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 4

"No need."

Isabella's expression was indifferent, her voice icy. "Someone with such poor judgment and zero professionalism should just be let go.

"Otherwise, how could they try to pass off Hannah's hand-me-downs to me?"

Isabella's gaze was cold.

The maid, who had initially felt a flicker of relief at Isabella's "No need," now let out a despairing whimper upon hearing her words.

She was about to struggle and cry out in protest, but Isabella's following statement stunned her into silence.

How... How did Isabella know those were Hannah's old clothes?!

The butler, who had originally intended to speak up for the maid, also stiffened upon hearing Isabella's words.

If this matter blew up, they could be implicated. He immediately made a decisive decision. "You are absolutely right. I will terminate her employment contract immediately and have her leave."

"Mm."

Isabella responded lightly, her face calm. "No need to be too harsh about it.

"Just cite a lack of professionalism in her work and have her pay a large portion of the contract termination penalty.

"Also, include this incident in her employment record. Otherwise, people might think the Powell family is bullying people, terminating contracts without cause and taking advantage of workers."

As Isabella spoke, the butler wiped the sweat from his forehead again and agreed in a low voice.

And this was called not being too harsh?

Having it written in her employment record meant this person would have a very hard time finding similar high-society work in the future.

Top-tier wealthy families like the Powell family placed great importance on a servant's professionalism.

Failing in this area meant her professional skills were deemed inadequate.

No other comparable wealthy family would hire her in the future.

And, a large portion of the contract termination penalty...

The Powell family's wages were high, and the penalty for breaching the contract was equally high...

In fact, it was several times the hiring fee.

After all, if you lacked professionalism, what if you leaked something you shouldn't or did something you shouldn't?

Therefore, this maid was practically skinned alive by this outcome!

The butler didn't dare think further, afraid he might get dragged into it too. He quickly had someone take the maid away, covering her mouth to prevent her from implicating the rest of them.

"Ms. Powell, I will have someone arrange a change of clothes for you immediately."

"Mm."

Isabella's expression remained cool, her tone faint. "In the future, when I say to do something, just do it. Don't add your own opinions. Got it?

"I don't like others making decisions for me, and I don't like others telling me how to do things!"

Isabella's gaze was deep and penetrating, fixed on the butler and the other servants.

She didn't care about the Powell family, and naturally, she didn't care what these servants thought.

In short, she wouldn't let anyone push her around.

If the Powell family didn't like it, they could just deal with it.

Or kick her out of the Powell family—she didn't care!

Isabella's gaze was icy, intensely pressuring.

The butler and the servants shuddered almost involuntarily, then hurriedly agreed.

By the time they left the room, the butler felt somewhat drained.

What is going on?

Why is Ms. Powell's gaze so terrifying?

It seems even more imposing than Mr. Powell's.

He hastily wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurried off to deal with the situation.

One way or another, this must not reach the ears of Daniel and the rest of the family.

The simple, sharp hairstyle fully accentuated Isabella's eyes and brows, better fitting her current image.

The original owner had been brought out from the countryside by the Powell family, dressed plainly, with rough features and sallow skin.

Even after some time of care, she could never catch up to the delicate beauty of a girl raised in a wealthy family.

Her wearing Hannah's clothes and imitating Hannah's demeanor had been a complete disaster.

Now, Isabella decisively cut her hair short, revealing her clean, sharp features, paired with her keen, cold gaze.

For a moment, it seemed almost scalding, displaying a unique charm and radiance.

It was a cold severity and icy aura completely different from Hannah's water-nurtured delicacy—a cold, harsh light tinged with blood and fire, making anyone who glimpsed it feel speechless and chilled to the core.

After quickly tidying her hair and straightening her clothes, Isabella finally let out a long, relieved breath.

The original girl had always forgotten to just be herself—she never needed to copy Hannah's mannerisms or act like someone she wasn't.

So what if she was a country kid? She was sharp, fierce, and unapologetically awesome.

Back when she led her own squad, not a single person dared comment that she wasn't gentle or polished enough.

Beauty that's different is still beauty.

And when you command real power in this world, every standard of charm and elegance bend to you.

*****

Isabella walked straight out of her room.

Isaac had just finished discussing Isabella's school enrollment with Daniel. Seeing Isabella leave her room, he immediately frowned and asked coldly, "Where are you going?"

Isabella didn't even bother to look at him and walked straight out of Powell Villa.

Isaac angrily slapped the railing.

"Absolutely no manners at all!"

He was furious, completely unaware that his own gaze toward Isabella lacked respect and care, instead filled with accusation and interrogation, as if Isabella were going out to cause trouble.

Isabella couldn't be bothered with him either.