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

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must have been hard for you,

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

I scare you, Mr.

his head slightly to indicate it was nothing.

do anything inappropriate, did

pulled back to that moment–Isabelle had quietly returned to the

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

could feel Isabelle’s gaze on his face and her breath close at

subtle, so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, making George unsure whether she was really sleepwalking or if she was just pretending because of her martial arts

believe her sleepwalking claim.

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

left the room after she left the bedroom, or if

responded without changing

smiled. “That’s good. Otherwise, it would have been

to have breakfast in the room or go to

with

to the dining

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

the bedroom, the warmth on George’s

his boss suddenly ask, “What’s the matter with your knocking on the door so early in the morning?”

and said, “Mr. George,

are they?” George

in. There are about twenty of them, they’ve booked a room and are staying downstairs, probably because of

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Melfrey, why would they target an ordinary person like Miss Jenkins?

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

men and women, she would have encountered it the moment she stepped into Melfrey. How could

George didn’t think

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

to know why Isabelle, who should have been sleeping in the

who should have been sleeping on a soft bed,

“Did you hear

put on a serious face. “No, the soundproofing in this hotel is excellent. We didn’t

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

was startled, coughing in fright. “No, no. They

George’s piercing gaze, Dylan didn’t dare to breathe, but his

George intentionally avoiding

There was