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…

like a leaf. His

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

was flummoxed. “But…

snapped at her, “What are you waiting for?

“M–Mr. Harris,

Ferb with a blank expression.

to 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

that the apology wasn’t sincere enough, Ferb pushed Erin’s head down and kept apologising to Isabelle

knew who George was, Erin almost

with Ferb and Erin’s voices offering apologies.

brief silence

Isabelle, “The tea is

“Mm–hmm,” Isabelle said.

tea as if they

nervously, feeling like condemned souls awaiting judgment, fearing

Worst.

The tension mounted.

I

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

received that

continued, “And they pried open the luggage

like she

moment, fear drowned out any trace of jealousy in Erin’s mind, leaving her

brink of passing

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

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

forget my wine; that’s the last bottle. It’s not that pricey. It’s just 3.45

me off!” But she kept her mouth shut.

make it right, I promise,”