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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fell silent and hurried back to her

silently cleaned up the scattered breakfast in

moment,

saw Isabelle standing

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

the screen

up at

said. “Didn’t you want to learn hacking techniques

aback, his

“You mean…?”

that he was standing

this person was

were even more captivating than a girl’s. He exuded masculinity, albeit lacking the youthful vigor of a young man. However, it

at Isabelle with his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide in surprise. looking incredibly cute and

this type of good-looking, quiet, and

chin, a playful action reminiscent of a mischievous young nobleman teasing an innocent girl in ancient

this, and after a moment of

of a smile, made it hard for Ethan to associate her with the fierce person who had just wanted to strangle Layla

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

a high level of comprehension. Isabelle only needed to explain once, and he understood what she was saying He quickly got

talent, found Ethan even more. endearing. The bad mood caused by

capable of learning and genuinely

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Ethan said, “Huh?”

Isabelle went to the bank to get a card. Before they knew.

to the Glorious

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

the two of them

Isabelle decided to get off the taxi while they were

Ethan, who had difficulty

simply said, “I’ll go with

area, a luxury car was parked, its understated opulence attracting

more attention was its license plate. It

the back seat, legs crossed, patiently waiting as

came into

it’s her,” the driver-cum-assistant alerted the man as

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

Norward City on his behalf, Sam had