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

fruit here is quite sweet.”

from his hand and tasted

took a bite, the juice bursting and tasting sweet on her tongue.

“Is it sweet?”

Nabelle replied, “Sour.”

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

sweet”

his words, Isabelle slightly curled the corners of her mouth, almost

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it to her. “Try another; the ones on

then, Isabelle heard footsteps approaching. Reacting swiftly, she reached

mouth.

she whispered softly.

was startled, holding his breath and fixing his gaze

stark contrast to the perilous activities she usually undertook, and now, they were innocently touching his face and

never been this intimately close to

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

her hand back, glanced at him briefly, and rose to

closer, prompting them to exit

back, George was

stayed half a step behind Isabelle, occasionally stealing glances at her.

grape juice off his hands with a handkerchief, but they

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

“Should we make a call to

need. He probably went to fix the car.

silent and kept walking.

we met, aside from that drive to the sea, this seems to be only our second

this the first time you break

confirmed, “You’re

“How

“Not bad.”