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 back

breakfast in front

that moment, the

up and saw Isabelle standing in

was sitting in front of Isabelle’s computer, watching the rapid

the screen

looked up at

want to learn hacking

aback,

“You mean…?”

couldn’t believe that he was standing in front of a

person was his

girl’s. He exuded masculinity, albeit lacking the youthful vigor of a young man. However, it was this silent and introverted melancholy that gave him

his mouth slightly open

type of good-looking,

couldn’t help but reach out and touch Ethan’s chin, a playful action reminiscent of

expect this, and after a moment of surprise, the

of a smile, made it hard for

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

a natural talent in this area and 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

Ethan was capable of learning

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Ethan said, “Huh?”

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

followed Isabelle back to the Glorious International

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

lunch, the two of them

an effort to increase her physical activity and lose weight, Isabelle decided to get off

had difficulty

simply said, “I’ll go with you.” He got off the taxito

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

was its

the comfortably warm car, a man in a suit sat in the back seat, legs crossed, patiently waiting as

Isabelle came

driver-cum-assistant alerted the man as

basic information of his saviour. The card Isabelle used was issued by the school, making it easy for Sam to

on his behalf, Sam had already sent him