Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 166 An Urgent Situation

George stood, hands tucked in his pockets, staring at the outstretched hand before him, motionless.

Following a short moment, he eventually extended his hand to clasp the other’s.

On the journey home, Isabelle rested her elbow on the car’s window ledge, supporting her head with a single hand while she glanced at her phone screen, entirely unaware of the reduced air pressure within the vehicle.

Only the desire to end a life mattered to her.

George glimpsed her phone screen and observed her unwavering focus on Josh’s phone number, intensifying the already sinking pressure.

Meanwhile, Dylan, leading the way, battled with discomfort, his teeth clenching from the sour taste in his

mouth.

“I thought Miss Jenkins had her eye on Jasiel, George remarked casually, attempting to hide any concern.

Isabelle cast a brief glance at him. “Mr. Harris, are you troubled by something?”

Was he upset about being used by me?

“No, simply curious,” George responded.

Isabelle arched an eyebrow in response.

“This seems to be the first instance of you actively seeking someone’s contact details, isn’t it?” George remarked. And it’s a man.

“I have no interest in him,” Isabelle replied curtly.

The phone number wasn’t for ordinary chats. It was for keeping tabs on the other person’s calls. What scenarios was George envisioning?

held secrets, and eyes

Taragon City. If he assumed command of the Dark Shadow branch in the city, it would pose

she had to delve into his

she must begin with his adopted son. Time was of the

information that day, her motives would be revealed, and she’d swiftly transition from a

onc.

indirectly, but Isabelle straightforwardly declared her disinterest in

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An

might

Mr. George would feel

whether Old Mr. Reeve’s adopted son had his hand bones crushed by him at the auction venue earlier. Old Mr. Reeve’s adopted son

was genuinely

few words, Isabelle succeeded in calming

abroad. I’ve had some interactions with him.

of

ask further questions, he willingly assumed

Isabelle responded, “Nothing”

been acquainted

the car halted at the entrance of the villa, Isabelle courteously

exited the car.

he could proceed, a phone

come over immediately. Did you notify Mr.

Isabelle before pivoting

rush?” Isabelle inquired

replied, “My dad is seriously ill.”

out from outside. Glancing

inside, Isabelle followed suit and took

at her briefly, remaining silent, and instructed Dylan, “Drive

highest level, the emergency