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…

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

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

flummoxed.

snapped at her, “What are you waiting

Harris, I’m sorry.”

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

Isabelle and bowing deeply. “Ms.

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

Erin’s head down and kept apologising

she knew who George was, Erin almost cried,

a moment, the office echoed with Ferb and

brief silence

to Isabelle, “The tea is alright.”

“Mm–hmm,” Isabelle said.

of them chatted over tea as if they were alone in

like condemned souls awaiting judgment, fearing the

Worst.

The tension mounted.

said the needles I gave you

kit, but he

Isabelle received

the luggage I got for

she

drowned out any trace of jealousy in Erin’s mind, leaving her with no other

the brink

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

he’d been pinching his philtrum the

that’s the last bottle. It’s not that

was itching to object, “You’re totally ripping me off!”

right, I promise,” Ferb blurted