Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 134 Pity

Pity?

Within

Why? I think you’re trying to say I’m offering too little.

This is making things hard for me. Even if I sell my whole company, it’s still chump change for you.

And don’t call me a chap. I get nervous if you want to get chummy with me.

“I’ll make things right… Ferb forced a smile.

“Thanks, Mr. Harris, for being understanding. I’ll make sure to keep a tight rein on my daughter from now on. Won’t let anything like this happen to you and your family again,” Ferb assured, repeating himself for emphasis.

George’s lips twitched in a hint of satisfaction at the mention of your family. He glanced at Isabelle, noticing her lack of offense.

His smile broadened.

“I can’t lay my hands on that much cash right away. Can you give me some time?” Ferb pleaded.

Seeing George’s nod, Ferb showered him with thanks before nudging his daughter to apologise once more and preparing to leave to sort out the funds.

But just as they were about to leave, the guy on the sofa piped up casually, “Hold on.”

Ferb and Erin were frozen with dread.

what’s on your mind?” Ferb responded

served tea to Isabelle, then asked, “Before that, she said

his daughter. “What….

so frightened, her mind went blank, rendering her speechless for a moment.

did you say?” Ferb prodded his daughter.

“She suggested a school–wide criticism, along with

PA to read both out loud about how she pried her

meant expulsion. This ineident had stirred up the entire school. Ho could they

relief

to salvage the company and their lives was a stroke of

90%

Pity

asked about the other

to George, but they were aware of his reputation. The Harris family was the cream of the crop in

rich Erin so terrified, they were even more thankful that Erin had been the only one to open the luggage and

a tough pill to swallow, it was better than Erin,

roommates quickly said, “We’re okay.“”

his daughter, and the roommates followed

the principal’s office, Ferb raised his hand as if to strike Erin but couldn’t go through

If you weren’t my flesh and blood, you’d be

hold back her tears

finally pulled

anxiety spiked further – it seemed highly probable that George was the owner of the fancy car that

among her peers that Isabelle was kept by

are involved romantically, what about Ms. Sullivan, who is on the verge of

made amends and paid the consequences. In the principal’s office,

turn, he clutched the document bag tightly, as if it held a royal decree, and approached the sofa.

forcing a smile, his heart racing so fast he nearly

regarded him coolly, “Then look after them until