Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 159 Handle the Body

I knew it. Those old folks never change their ways or words.

What a failed mission! The top–notch assassin, undefeated her whole life, and she ended up with such a laughable

death.

Is it to humiliate me?

Isabelle suppressed her laughter, looked at the man, and assessed him. “Judging solely from your skills, you’re still a promising seedling for an assassin. Do you have anything to say?”

Do you have any last words?

The man asked, “Who are you exactly?”

“You’re not qualified enough to know,” Isabelle replied with a silent chuckle. “Besides, what’s the point of a dead person knowing so much?”

The man’s eyes widened in response,

In the hospital.

Kevin’s condition had just stabilized.

George stood alone at the end of the corridor, smoking by the window,

The night breeze blew, the tiny orange flame between his lips flickering, casting a deeper shadow on his features.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Checking the caller’s name, George’s thoughts slowly returned.

He was taken aback, glancing at the time.

Midnight.

him, especially not this late. It was a rare occurrence..

mood lightened a

picked up the

by the recent,smoke, softened slightly, losing some of its chill. “Miss Jenkins, still

“Mr. Harris, could I borrow two people to handle a corpse?

hospital’s top floor.

bodyguards stood

family gathered in the garridor outside the

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the attending doctor, conversed with Bernice, while the rest of the family gathered

of Isabelle, the young lass with surprising insights into alternative medicine despite her youth.

wonder if that young girl has any expertise

his head inwardly. He must be desperate to even consider

talked so much about those two prescriptions earlier, and although he had some understanding, it was all just theoretical knowledge.

how could a teenager possibly have a solution? Even if Isabelle did come up with something, he wouldn’t dare to trust or try it.

the atmosphere sank to its lowest point, Bernice’s face showed deep

at this moment that George called

moved to call him back for a question, but he was already in the lift, gone. Downstairs in the villa, everything seemed peaceful, as if nothing

led his crew

door opened, a strong smell of blood hit them.

no time to spare, his eyes locked on the girl who greeted them, quickly assessing her with visible

tension.

“You alright?”

was puzzled. “Why the personal visit?”

know on the phone that the body belonged to one of Dark

and asked two people

was unharmed, George felt

you,” he muttered, stepping

and two