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

heard was the rustling

his arm could stretch two metres long and he could throw the cage away at any

creature.

these rattlesnakes and scorpions serve as remedies? Can old

consume them?”

cages and responded, “These are beneficial items, particularly

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consumed, especially during the

George remarked, reaching for the cages that

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

asked, “What kind of

structure, boosting

eyes widened incredulously. “Seriously?”

bluntly declared, “Total

Dylan a glance before striding

You’re

the cage, George couldn’t help but mutter under his breath,

pace to catch up, unable to contain himself, and reminded

Dylan was confused.

back into the

of medicinal herbs, Isabelle bypassed them entirely, instead focusing her efforts on

her finish, reached for a test

pristine white liquid, akin to

poison packs over twenty times the

with wide eyes, taken aback by the revelation.

she was brewing poison, explaining her earlier

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