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.

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

that could be heard was the rustling sound coming from inside the cage.

on Dylan’s face, as if he wished his arm could stretch two metres long and he

creature.

“Miss Jenkins, can these rattlesnakes and scorpions serve

consume them?”

accepted the cages and responded, “These are beneficial

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consumed, especially during the winter.”

for the cages that Isabelle held

Garth, poised to jot down the details, found himself stunned by Isabelle’s remark about “winter melon in

kind

human genetic structure, boosting intelligence, and elevating IQ by

widened

declared,

shooting Dylan

conveying, You’re beyond help.

behind Isabelle with the cage, George couldn’t help but

contain himself, and reminded Dylan

Dylan was confused.

a brief meal, Isabelle plunged back into the laboratory, fully immersed in her tasks.

Garth’s usual delivery of medicinal herbs, Isabelle bypassed them entirely, instead focusing her efforts

reached for a

the vial rested a pristine white

“Take heed. This poison packs over twenty times the punch of the one

with wide eyes, taken aback by

dawned on him then that she was brewing poison, explaining her

achy neck, Isabelle offered reassurance. “Relax. It’s not meant for