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…

brought Erin before the couple, sweating bullets and shaking like a leaf. His legs were like

over his words, Ferb turned to Erin, his voice stern as he ordered, “Apologise to Mr. Harris right

was flummoxed.

her, “What are you waiting for? Say sorry

Harris,

at Ferb with a blank expression. “No,

turning to Isabelle and bowing deeply. “Ms. Jenkins, I’m

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eyes fixed on George, felt a chill creep over her. She swallowed hard and muttered to Isabelle, “I- Isabelle, I’m

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

George was, Erin almost cried,

a moment, the office echoed with

brief silence took place..

“The tea

“Mm–hmm,” Isabelle said.

as if they were alone in the room.

like condemned souls awaiting

Worst.

The tension mounted.

calmly asked Isabelle, “You said the needles I gave you was mistaken for

acupuncture kit, but he quickly held it tightly, breaking

was shocked. Isabelle received that from

the luggage

she

of jealousy in Erin’s

brink

he received a call from the Harris Group chairman’s assistant, telling him that his daughter had offended the Harris

he’d been pinching his philtrum the whole way

the last bottle. It’s not that

me

I promise,”