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

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

that moment,

saw Isabelle standing

front of Isabelle’s computer, watching

the screen

looked up at

to learn hacking techniques I’ll teach

taken aback,

“You mean…?”

couldn’t believe that he was standing in front of

person was

and bright, clean eyes that were even more captivating than a girl’s. He exuded masculinity, albeit lacking the youthful vigor of a young man. However, it was this silent and introverted melancholy

with his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide

type of

out and touch Ethan’s chin, a playful action

didn’t expect this, and after a moment of surprise, the innocent young man

seemed harmless and even had a hint of a smile, made it hard for Ethan to associate her with the

in simple terms, involve discovering flaws and vulnerabilities in computer systems

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

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

capable of learning and

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Ethan said, “Huh?”

at the tech shop, Isabelle went to the bank to get a card.

to

Ethan appeared much more composed, though his

lunch, the two of them took a

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

that Ethan, who had difficulty walking, should continue the ride home.

with you.” He got

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

attention was its license plate.

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

came

driver-cum-assistant alerted the man as soon

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

on his behalf, Sam had already sent him