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.

while Dylan trailed behind

heard was the rustling

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

creature.

rattlesnakes and scorpions serve

consume them?”

the cages and responded, “These are beneficial items, particularly the

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consumed, especially during

reaching for the cages that Isabelle

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

asked, “What kind of remarkable benefits?”

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

widened incredulously. “Seriously?”

declared, “Total hoax.”

shooting Dylan a glance before

conveying, You’re beyond help.

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

and reminded Dylan in simpler. terms.

Dylan was confused.

meal, Isabelle plunged back into the laboratory, fully immersed

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

noticing her finish, reached for a test tube from the nearby table.

vial rested a pristine white liquid, akin to

packs over twenty times the punch of the one

her with wide eyes, taken aback

poison, explaining her earlier actions in extracting toxins from his

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