Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 133 Fear

“Which one? The one you’re thinking of Ferb gnashed his teeth.

Isabelle, sculed on the sofa, was brewing tea with the principal’s fancy tea set.

George plopped down across from her, saying, “I’m flattered you remembered me over such a trivial thing.” He grabbed the teapot from Isabelle, poured a cup, and handed it to her first.

Accepting the tea, Isabelle was about to sip when she glanced at Magnus at the desk. She held the tea, giving him a look as if to ask if he wanted some.

Magnus waved her off. “I’ll pass for now.”

How Isabelle actually invited George here! When did they get so chummy?

Isabelle took a sip and continued, “It’s only fair to thank you for the needle and the suitcase.

But the main reason is that you guys are scared of George.

Local business families like the Pascalls were as scared of the Harris family as they were of the King of Hell.

A tiff with Isabelle at school? Not a good idea. Even a small spat could turn into a nightmare. If they accidentally killed her….

He could make their whole family regret it!

Erin was shocked. “Dad, are you talking about that one?”

She couldn’t believe her eyes, watching Isabelle chatting and sipping tea with the composed George. How

on earth?!

Isabelle, a country girl, rubbing shoulders with the Flarris family? And knowing the big boss, Mr. Harris himself? “M–Mr. Harris, I failed to teach my daughter properly and accidentally offended you. Please, forgive me…

a leaf. His legs were like jelly, making his

words, Ferb turned to Erin, his voice stern as he

was flummoxed. “But…

you waiting for? Say sorry to

stammered, “M–Mr. Harris, I’m sorry.”

looked at Ferb with a blank expression. “No, she should apologise to Ms.

and bowing deeply. “Ms. Jenkins,

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her. She swallowed hard and muttered to Isabelle, “I- Isabelle, I’m

sincere enough, Ferb pushed Erin’s head down and kept apologising to Isabelle

she knew who George was, Erin almost cried,

with

silence took

commented to Isabelle, “The

“Mm–hmm,” Isabelle said.

over tea as if they were alone in the

Ferb and Erin stood nervously, feeling like condemned souls awaiting judgment, fearing the

Worst.

The tension mounted.

Isabelle, “You said the needles I gave you was mistaken for a weapon?”

them nearly dropped Isabelle’s acupuncture kit, but he quickly held it tightly, breaking into a nervous

received that

open the

she

trace of jealousy in Erin’s mind, leaving her with no

on the brink

from the Harris Group chairman’s assistant, telling him that

he’d been pinching his philtrum the whole way there.

my wine; that’s the last bottle. It’s not that pricey. It’s just

object, “You’re totally ripping me off!” But

right, I promise,” Ferb blurted out.