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

plate and offering it to

here is quite sweet.”

grape from his hand and

juice bursting and tasting sweet

“Is it sweet?”

Nabelle replied, “Sour.”

only to find it excessively sweet

sweet”

actions and hearing his words, Isabelle slightly curled the corners of her mouth,

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“Try another; the

footsteps approaching. Reacting swiftly, she

mouth.

she whispered softly.

his breath and fixing

she

intimately close to anyone before, particularly

unexpectedly, he gripped the grape too firmly, causing it to burst and leave Isabelle’s hand coated

her hand back, glanced at him briefly, and

grew closer, prompting them to exit through

George

stayed half a step behind Isabelle, occasionally stealing glances

wiped the grape juice off his hands with a handkerchief, but they still

to where the car had been stuck in the mud, only to find that

proposed, “Should we make a

He probably went to

silent and kept walking.

from that drive to the sea, this seems to be

first time you

“You’re

“How

“Not bad.”