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

first time. Indeed, I’m not used to it.”

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have been hard for you, Mr. Harris.”

man. I’m not that delicate. As long as you slept well. But…” George changed the subject. “Miss Jenkins, you gave

expression, “Did I scare you, Mr. Harris? I’m

head slightly to indicate it was nothing.

asked, “I didn’t do anything inappropriate,

quietly returned to the

straight to bed. Instead, she came to the sofa, squatted

on his face and her breath

so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, making George unsure whether

her sleepwalking

else.

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

without changing

smiled. “That’s good. Otherwise, it

asked, “Would you like to have breakfast in

fine with

go to

looked at George with a fleeting, unreadable expression in her eyes, then she stood up.

the bedroom, the warmth on George’s face disappeared in

ask, “What’s the matter with

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. They’re from the

they?” George

the hotel, they’ve checked in. There are about twenty of them, they’ve booked a room and are staying downstairs, probably because of us. They didn’t

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why would they target an ordinary person like Miss Jenkins? Do they have some kind

Melfrey was chaotic and women were rarely seen, it was unlikely

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

George didn’t think so.

George, his curiosity couldn’t be suppressed. He gathered his courage and cautiously

know why Isabelle, who should have

why does Mr. George, who should have been sleeping

asked, “Did you hear any

face. “No, the soundproofing

frowned, and turned his head to look at Dylan, whose face was full of curiosity. His voice suddenly became stern, and his

fright. “No, no.

dare to breathe,

Mr. George intentionally avoiding the

was a