Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 17 George Meets Isabelle Is This Your Boyfriend?

Isabelle valued peace and quiet. Anyone who knew her even a little bit understood that she had a strong aversion to being disturbed while sleeping, which was almost as significant as being betrayed by

someone she trusted.

Even Yves, who had a close relationship with her, wouldn’t dare to disturb her sleep. The consequences were simply too much for him to bear.

However, the person outside the door seemed oblivious to this, continuously knocking and calling out, “Isabelle? Isabelle? Are you in there?”

Layla knocked on the door while straining to hear any movement inside.

After a long period of silence, she furrowed her brows. She knew that Isabelle was awake. Was she intentionally ignoring her or occupied with something else inside? Layla remembered Ethan mentioning that Isabelle was skilled in coding and could make a lot of money from it. Although she didn’t want to believe or admit it, she couldn’t deny the possibility.

If it weren’t for the new phone and computer, she wouldn’t have been patient enough to keep knocking on the door.

After much internal struggle, Layla finally swallowed her disgust and called out to the person inside, whom she had been calling a fatso for years, in a way she least wanted to, “Sis…?”

Before she could finish her sentence, the door suddenly swung open, and a hand swiftly grabbed b

throat.

Layla was startled by Isabelle’s icy gaze, but she couldn’t scream because she was being strangled.

Isabelle showed no mercy. Layla’s face quickly turned red, struggling to breathe. The breakfast she bought to please Isabelle fell to the ground. She instinctively tried to pry Isabelle’s hand off and hit shoulder, but her efforts were in vain.

“Sis.” Ethan rushed out of his room and was shocked by the scene before him. He quickly tried to intervene and stop Isabelle.

Suppressing her murderous intent, Isabelle released her grip on Layla, who was gasping for breath, and threw her onto the ground. She glanced at the breakfast scattered on the floor, easily guessing what Layla had intended.

“If you don’t want to die, stay away.”

Layla was completely stunned. She took deep breaths tears streaming down her face from fear. After Isabelle returned to her room, she couldn’t help but cry out loud.

Facing death for the first time, Layla was so terrified that her mind went blank and her body went limp. She sat on the ground, crying hysterically, completely disregarding her image.

While she sobbed uncontrollably, there was suddenly a loud crash. Someone inside threw a glass cup impatiently, shattering it against the door.

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silent and hurried

and silently cleaned up the scattered breakfast in front of Isabelle’s door. Then he

that moment,

Isabelle standing

few minutes later. Ethan was sitting in front of Isabelle’s computer, watching the rapid

the screen

up at

to learn hacking techniques I’ll

aback, his

“You mean…?”

he was standing in front

this person was

captivating than a girl’s. He exuded masculinity, albeit lacking the youthful vigor of a young

stared at Isabelle with his mouth slightly open and his

liked this type of good-looking, quiet, and obedient

and touch Ethan’s chin, a playful action

after a moment of surprise, the innocent

hard for Ethan to associate her with the fierce person who had just wanted to

techniques, in simple terms, involve discovering flaws and vulnerabilities in computer systems and networks, as well

talent in this area and a high level of comprehension. Isabelle only needed to explain once, and

people are always likable. Isabelle, with her genius-level talent, found Ethan even more. endearing. The bad mood caused by Layla had

was capable of learning and genuinely interested in this

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Ethan said, “Huh?”

Isabelle went to the bank to

Isabelle back to the Glorious International

their second visit, Ethan appeared much more composed, though his heart still

lunch, the two of

Isabelle decided to get off the taxi while they were

Ethan, who had difficulty walking, should continue the ride

with

old residential area, a luxury car was parked, its understated opulence attracting many

its

in a suit sat in the back seat, legs crossed, patiently

came

alerted the man as soon as

transferred money to Isabelle, he had also investigated the basic information of his saviour. The card Isabelle used was issued

on his behalf, Sam had already sent