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…

couple, sweating bullets and shaking like a leaf. His legs were like jelly, making

voice stern as he ordered, “Apologise to Mr. Harris right this

flummoxed.

waiting for? Say

stammered, “M–Mr. Harris, I’m sorry.”

with a blank expression. “No, she should apologise

wasted no time, turning to Isabelle and bowing

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felt a chill creep over her. She swallowed hard and muttered to Isabelle,

Erin’s head down and kept apologising

George was, Erin

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

brief silence took

commented to Isabelle, “The

“Mm–hmm,” Isabelle said.

them chatted over tea as if they

nervously, feeling like condemned souls

Worst.

The tension mounted.

said the needles I gave you was mistaken for

but he quickly held it tightly, breaking into a nervous sweat.

was shocked. Isabelle received that

open the luggage I got for you?”

she couldn’t breathe.

any trace of jealousy in Erin’s mind, leaving

was on the brink of passing out.

assistant, telling him that his daughter had offended the Harris family.

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

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

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

I promise,”