Resurrecting the Genius Within

When the men dressed in black arrived, Isabelle, a former assassin, detected a familiar scent emanating from them, which unexpectedly evoked a sense of nostalgia within her. Of course, she was referring to the aura of death that they carried. Just that. These individuals were not even qualified to join Dark Shadow, let alone be worthy of her recognition.

“Have you seen a man pass by here?” The leader of the group concealed his gun and asked Isabelle in a cold tone. Isabelle turned her shoulder to them and idly scraped the dirt with her foot, as if she was playing with mud. The rainy season was nearly over, so there had been frequent but light rain recently, leaving the ground perpetually damp. Outside the Jenkins family’s courtyard wall, there was no paved road, only a dirt path. Therefore, a thick layer of soil had been piled up at the base of the wall to reinforce it. Isabelle leisurely scraped the soil with her foot, burying the man’s bloodstains right under the noses of the men in black. The men caught a whiff of the fragrance of osmanthus in the air mixed with the scent of blood, which heightened their suspicion of Isabelle. Just as they were about to question her, the fat girl raised her hand and pointed in a direction. “He went that way.” The men in black glanced at Isabelle. Though doubtful, they still hastily went after the man. Isabelle retreated into the courtyard, closed the door, and went back to sleep. _ After escaping through the back door of the Jenkins Residence, Sam was promptly picked up by his family, who rushed over to get him. After receiving medical treatment for his wounds, they hurriedly returned to Taragon City overnight. Harris Residence, Taragon City. Sam resided in the southeast courtyard of the Harris Residence. Upon entering the main gate, he went straight upstairs to change his clothes before meeting his uncle. However, as soon as he changed, he found his uncle already seated on the sofa in the hall downstairs. His long legs were crossed as he waited for Sam. “Uncle George.” Sam approached his uncle in a respectful manner. It was already dawn on the second day. The man on the sofa had a handsome face. His custom-made grey pinstripe suit bestowed upon him an air of nobility and restraint. Furthermore, his powerful aura commanded respect, making all the subordinates in the hall and Sam himself feel slightly intimidated.

was filled with regret. When his uncle was his age, he was already capable of handling things on his own and could effortlessly control every situation. Everyone who saw his uncle would respectfully call him Mr. George, but when it came to him … “I’ll accept my punishment when it’s daylight.” Sam lowered his head even further. George’s voice was indifferent and low. “You are a member of the Harris family, not a bodyguard or an assassin. Hence, it’s natural that you can’t excel in all aspects of your first mission. It’s fine as long as you’re not hurt.” George was always lenient with the younger generation. Having said that, he slowly looked up at Sam. “How are your injuries?” Sam quickly replied, “They didn’t hit any vital organs. They have removed the bullet so I’ll be fine after a few days of rest.” When Sam covered his bandaged abdomen, the string of numbers on his arm caught George’s attention. “What’s that?” George

to pursue the stolen goods so we won’t lose them. Rest well. When those individuals are captured, you can decide what you want to do with them.” George stood up to leave. After pondering for a moment, Sam caught up with George when he saw that he was about to exit through the main gate. “Uncle George, I … I want to go to Norward City again to personally express my gratitude to that girl.” “It’s up to you.” George continued walking, but after a few steps, he stopped and reminded her, “But you should know that you’re a Harris and how many

she was still a student. Would giving her too much money at once frighten her? Would it have negative consequences and cause her trouble? After all, no matter how courageous she was, she was still a teenager. She probably would not be able to handle billions or hundreds of millions of dollars. _ When Isabelle woke up, she went for her usual morning run and then left the house with her school bag. Ethan was waiting for her at the door. “Here.” Ethan handed her 7 dollars. Isabelle raised an eyebrow but did not take it. Instead, she questioned him with her eyes. “You mentioned that your meal card was out of money,” Ethan explained. After considering it for a moment, Isabelle accepted the money. As she looked at the 7 dollars in her hand, she felt an urge to laugh. She, who used to get everything she wanted and have all the money in the world, was now relying on the 7 dollars given by her little brother