Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 235 Crossing Enemy Territories.

“The young girl now leading the Blackwaters in Melfrey has a notable connection with George, the head of the Harris family in Taragon City, Cheshian.”

The conversation inside was clearly audible to the two cavesdropping outside the window.

Isabelle unconsciously raised her eyebrows, though her expression remained composed.

George, with a slight smile, discreetly observed her reaction but could not discern anything from it.

“Given her youth and impressive skills, we need to thoroughly investigate her background. I suspect these individuals may have hidden motives. We should notify our superiors and request that they send two capable representatives.”

George, being tall and conspicuous, caught the attention of patrolmen in the distance, who yelled, “Who’s

there?”

However, by the time they arrived, no one was there.

The people inside, alarmed by the disturbance, came out to investigate. “What’s going on here?”

There was a shadow at the window just now.”

“Secure every exit and don’t let anyone suspicious escape. Find them.”

The guards spread out through the vast, maze–like building, their footsteps echoing in an orderly rhythm.

Isabelle and George quickly hid in a room.

It was quite lavish, decorated in Cheshian style, indicating the occupant significance.

They settled at the tea table.

Isabelle scanned the room through the moonlight filtering through the window.

Suddenly, George suggested. “Try this.”

Isabelle looked over to see George picking a grape from the

and offering it to her.

here

grape from his

took a bite, the juice bursting and tasting sweet

asked, “Is

Nabelle replied, “Sour.”

only to find it excessively sweet for his taste. “Mine is

sweet”

his words, Isabelle slightly curled the

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grape and handed it to her. “Try another; the ones on the

footsteps approaching. Reacting swiftly, she reached out and

mouth.

she whispered

and fixing his gaze on

soft, a stark contrast to the perilous activities she usually undertook,

been this intimately close to anyone before,

clenched slightly, and unexpectedly, he gripped the grape too firmly, causing it to burst and leave Isabelle’s hand coated with sticky juice.

him briefly, and rose to her

grew closer, prompting them to exit

the way back, George was unusually quiet.

half a step behind Isabelle, occasionally stealing glances

had wiped the grape juice off his hands with a

in the mud, only to find

make a call to check?”

went to fix

silent and kept walking.

the sea, this seems to be only our second time

time you break into someone else’s

confirmed, “You’re right.”

“How was

responded, “Not bad.”