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.

remained silent..

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hard for you, Mr.

as you slept well. But…” George changed the subject. “Miss Jenkins, you gave me quite a scare when you suddenly got up in the middle of the night. I thought you were joking when you said you sleepwalk.

without changing her expression, “Did I scare you,

his head slightly to indicate it

do

moment–Isabelle had quietly returned

didn’t go straight to bed. Instead, she came to

the sofa, George could feel Isabelle’s gaze on his face and her

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

didn’t believe her sleepwalking

do anything else. After a while, she returned to the

He had excellent hearing, but he couldn’t tell whether Isabelle had left the room

without changing his expression,

good. Otherwise, it would have been awkward.”

you like to have breakfast in the

fine with either.”

to the

George with a fleeting, unreadable expression in her eyes, then she

bedroom, the warmth on George’s face disappeared in an instant.

suddenly ask, “What’s the

Dylan was still in shock. When he recovered, he quickly lowered his voice and said, “Mr. George, we’ve found out the identities of those people.

are they?” George asked.

they’ve booked a room and are staying downstairs, probably because of us. They didn’t make

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like Miss Jenkins? Do they have some kind of grudge?

it was unlikely that Isabelle’s beauty would attract such a large–scale

she stepped into Melfrey. How could

ordinary person? George

the pensive George, his curiosity couldn’t be suppressed. He gathered his courage and cautiously probed, “Mr. George, she and you, you

who should have been sleeping in the next

does Mr. George, who should have been sleeping on a soft bed, end

“Did you hear any noise

a serious face. “No, the soundproofing in this

his head to look at Dylan, whose face was full of curiosity. His voice suddenly became stern, and his demeanour turned slightly cold. “I’m asking about

fright. “No, no. They

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

Mr. George intentionally avoiding the

amiss. There was