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

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

that moment, the

looked up and saw Isabelle standing in front of

front of Isabelle’s computer, watching the rapid

the screen

up at

want to learn hacking techniques

taken aback, his

“You mean…?”

was standing in front

person was his

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

mouth slightly open and his eyes

this type of good-looking, quiet, and obedient

reach out and touch Ethan’s chin, a playful action reminiscent of a mischievous young nobleman

expect this, and after a moment of surprise, the innocent young

harmless and even had a hint of a smile, made it hard for

further and began explaining the basics of hacking techniques. “Hacking techniques, in simple terms, involve discovering flaws and vulnerabilities in computer systems and networks, as well

of comprehension. Isabelle only needed to explain once, and he understood what she

always likable. Isabelle, with her genius-level talent, found Ethan even more. endearing. The

of learning and genuinely

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Ethan said, “Huh?”

bank to get a card. Before

back to the

second visit, Ethan appeared much more composed, though his

two of

physical activity and lose weight, Isabelle decided to get off the taxi while they were still

who had difficulty

go with you.” He

outside the old residential area, a luxury car was parked, its

attention was its license plate. It read, “Taragon

sat in the back seat, legs

Isabelle came into

driver-cum-assistant alerted the man as soon as

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

City on his