Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 57 It’s My First Time I’m Not Used to It

The following morning.

Dylan knocked on George’s door, just about to speak, when George raised his hand to stop him, leaving Dylan puzzled.

The next moment, a figure emerged from the bedroom, casually strolling past him as if he wasn’t there.

Dylan watched as Isabelle, yawning and with slightly dishevelled hair, clearly just out of bed, walked past him. His face was a picture of shock.

He stood there, dumbfounded, as Isabelle glanced at him coldly, her face showing clear annoyance at being woken up.

Dylan shivered involuntarily.

Having been by George’s side for so long, he had witnessed all sorts of situations and had long since developed a poker face. Moreover, he was a person who remained calm on the surface, no matter how excited he was inside.

Until this moment.

“She, she Dylan’s hand pointed uncontrollably at Isabelle behind George, his entire being in a state of

chaos.

–

George ignored him and instead turned to Isabelle, who was sitting casually on the sofa, one hand supporting her head as she looked out the window, treating this place as her own home. He asked with concern. “Miss Jenkins, did you sleep well last night?”

Leaving Dylan alone in his confusion.

Isabelle looked at him, her eyes landing on his handsome and composed face. Feeling pleased by the sight that met her eyes, she graciously smiled.

“Not bad. How about you, Mr. Harris? It must have been uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa, right? Could you even turn over?”

Last night, George had given up the bed and chosen to sleep on the sofa. Isabelle was quite surprised. The esteemed Mr. George of the Harris family, who must have been pampered since childhood, had never suffered such an indignity. Yet he was willing to humble himself in such a way.

ing on the sofa???

Dylan’s eyes bulged out, almost screaming out loud. He looked at his boss in disbelief, one hand clutching

his heart.

This was too much for him to handle first thing in the morning.

George rubbed his forehead, thinking. This girl doesn’t care about saving my face in front of my subordinates.

Dylan remained silent..

first time. Indeed, I’m not used to

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hard for you,

man. I’m not that delicate. As long as you slept well. But…” George changed the subject. “Miss Jenkins, you gave me quite a scare when you suddenly got up in the

responded without changing her expression, “Did I

his head slightly to indicate it was

“I didn’t do anything inappropriate, did I?”

to that moment–Isabelle had quietly returned to the room not long

go straight to bed. Instead, she came to

gaze on his face and her breath

steady and subtle, so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, making George unsure whether she was really sleepwalking or

believe her sleepwalking claim.

just stared at him and didn’t do anything else. After a while,

Isabelle had left the room after she left the bedroom, or if she had just stayed

changing his

it would have been awkward.”

breakfast in the room or go to the

with

let’s go to the dining

a fleeting, unreadable expression in her eyes, then she stood up. “Wait for me. I’m going to brush

the warmth on

suddenly ask, “What’s the matter with

and said, “Mr. George, we’ve found out the

are they?” George asked.

checked in. There are about twenty of them, they’ve booked a room

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a formidable force in the entire Melfrey, why would they target an ordinary person like Miss Jenkins? Do they have some

Melfrey was chaotic and women were rarely seen, it was unlikely that Isabelle’s beauty would attract such a large–scale operation

was really about a trivial matter of men and women, she would have encountered it the moment she stepped into Melfrey. How could she have strolled

George didn’t

his courage and cautiously

who should have been sleeping in the next

sleeping

asked, “Did you hear any noise

a serious face. “No, the soundproofing

voice

fright. “No, no.

piercing gaze, Dylan didn’t dare to breathe, but his mind raced with hidden thoughts.

avoiding the subject?

was a