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.

herbs, while Dylan trailed behind with two iron cages concealed beneath the

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

stretch two metres long and he could throw the cage away

creature.

rattlesnakes and scorpions serve as

consume them?”

are beneficial items,

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consumed, especially during the

these, George remarked, reaching for the cages

stunned by Isabelle’s remark about “winter melon

kind

structure,

widened incredulously. “Seriously?”

bluntly declared, “Total

head, shooting Dylan a glance before striding

conveying, You’re beyond

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

his pace to catch up, unable to contain himself, and reminded Dylan in

Dylan was confused.

a brief meal, Isabelle plunged back into

delivery of medicinal herbs, Isabelle bypassed them entirely, instead focusing her efforts on clearing out all the poisonous

a test tube from

the vial rested a pristine white

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

her with wide eyes, taken aback by

was brewing poison, explaining her earlier actions

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