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

fruit here

accepted the grape from his hand and tasted it.

the juice bursting

“Is it

Nabelle replied, “Sour.”

picked one himself and tasted it, only to find it excessively sweet for his

sweet”

his words, Isabelle slightly curled the corners of her

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picked another grape and handed it to her. “Try another; the ones on the bottom seem sweeter.”

footsteps approaching. Reacting swiftly, she reached

mouth.

she whispered

holding his breath and

to the perilous activities she usually

life for many years, George had never been this intimately close to anyone before,

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

closer, prompting them to

the way back, George was

step behind

wiped the grape juice off his hands

in the mud, only

proposed, “Should we make a call to

responded, “No need. He probably went

silent and

this seems to be only our second time traveling alone,” George

first time you break into

“You’re

inquired, “How

responded, “Not bad.”