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…

before the couple, sweating bullets and shaking like a

voice stern as he

was flummoxed. “But…

waiting for? Say sorry to Mr. Harris!”

stammered, “M–Mr. Harris, I’m sorry.”

at Ferb with a blank expression. “No,

time, turning to Isabelle and bowing deeply. “Ms. Jenkins,

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Chapter 133 Fear

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

wasn’t sincere enough, Ferb pushed Erin’s head down and

she knew who George was, Erin almost

moment, the office echoed with Ferb and Erin’s voices

brief silence took place..

Isabelle, “The

“Mm–hmm,” Isabelle said.

two of them chatted over tea as if they were alone in

feeling like condemned souls awaiting judgment,

Worst.

The tension mounted.

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

kit, but he quickly held it tightly, breaking

received

“And they pried open the

like she couldn’t breathe.

that moment, fear drowned out any trace of jealousy in Erin’s mind, leaving her with no other thoughts.

brink

arriving, he received a call from the Harris Group chairman’s assistant, telling

he’d been pinching

don’t forget my wine; that’s the last bottle. It’s

was itching to object, “You’re totally ripping me off!” But she kept her

I promise,” Ferb