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…

the couple, sweating bullets and shaking like a leaf. His legs were like jelly, making his whole body

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

was flummoxed. “But…

waiting for? Say sorry

Harris,

at Ferb with a blank expression. “No, she

no time, turning to Isabelle and bowing

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felt a chill creep over her. She swallowed hard

Erin’s head down and kept apologising to Isabelle

George was, Erin almost

office echoed with Ferb and Erin’s

brief silence took

to Isabelle, “The tea is alright.”

“Mm–hmm,” Isabelle said.

them chatted over tea as if they were alone

like condemned souls awaiting judgment, fearing the

Worst.

The tension mounted.

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

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

Isabelle received

they pried open the luggage I got for

she couldn’t breathe.

jealousy in Erin’s mind, leaving her with no other

on the brink of

from the Harris Group chairman’s assistant, telling him that his daughter had offended the Harris family. He nearly blacked out.

a couple of pills earlier, he’d been pinching his philtrum the

forget my wine; that’s the last

ripping me off!” But she kept her mouth

it right, I promise,”