Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 172 Barking Up the Wrong Tree

The undercover operatives and protectors of the Harris clan have maintained a spotless record devoid of any dubious dealings over the past couple of years, with no fresh faces joining their ranks recently.

Seems like the handiwork of Dark Shadow, or maybe even that elderly fellow Heart K, Isabelle mused silently.

“This toxin isn’t your typical stuff. It’s a slow burner. Perhaps your father is not the target here. Maybe we’re barking up the wrong tree, Isabelle reflected.

George nodded, sharing her sentiment.

Facing her, George remarked, “I’ve also been tackling the company’s cleanup, but it’s a Herculean task.”

The upper echelons of the Harris Group are filled with family members and trusted allies, making them easy targets for investigation. The real challenge lies in scrutinising those lower down the ladder.

Given the vast scope of subsidiaries and the sizable employee base, pinpointing a handful of moles is no walk in the park.

George scoffed. “Bold move, going after my Harris Group. They’ve got guts.”

“I’ll let them come at us. They’ll be in for a rough ride. If the Harris Group’s their target, I’ve got time,” George asserted, his confidence bolstered by the Harris family’s financial might. Plus, he had multiple Harris Groups under his belt.

Isabelle chimed in, “Exactly, or else they’d go for you directly. Why bother poisoning your dad unless they’ve

at some scheme up their sleeve.”

George cautioned, his worry evident. “By stepping in to save my old man and throwing a wrench in their plans, you’re bound to stir up trouble for yourself.”

Isabelle smirked disdainfully, not bothering to dignify that with a reply.

George thought he finally had a valid excuse to take charge of her safety, but Isabelle brushed it off without a second thought, not even allowing him to get a word in.

As Sam arrived, he caught sight of Isabelle resting on Uncle George’s shoulder in the hallway.

Pausing briefly, he quietly turned and departed.

at the hospital, lugging a hefty bag of herbs, while Dylan trailed behind with two iron

the rustling sound coming from

as if he wished his arm could stretch two metres long and he could

creature.

scorpions serve as remedies? Can

consume them?”

and responded, “These are beneficial items, particularly

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during

George remarked, reaching for

jot down the details, found himself stunned by Isabelle’s remark about “winter melon in winter.” He hesitated, retracting his pen, attentively absorbing

asked, “What kind of remarkable

“It’s capable of altering the human genetic structure, boosting intelligence, and elevating IQ

widened incredulously. “Seriously?”

declared,

his head, shooting Dylan a glance before

conveying, You’re beyond help.

he trailed behind Isabelle with the cage, George couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Can’t believe this.

to catch up, unable to contain himself, and reminded Dylan in simpler. terms. “Winter melons don’t

Dylan was confused.

Isabelle plunged back into the laboratory, fully

entirely, instead

reached for a test tube from

white liquid, akin to water in

heed. This poison packs over twenty times the punch of the

her with wide eyes, taken aback by the

she was brewing poison, explaining her earlier actions in extracting toxins from

achy neck, Isabelle offered reassurance. “Relax. It’s