Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 236 George Can Fight

George looked at her and played along, saying, “If you’re tired, let me handle it.”

He stepped forward and was ready to take care of the situation.

“That coat’s getting in the way. Let me hold it for you,” Isabelle offered.

George looked down at his outfit. He was wearing a formal suit with a long black overcoat.

He handed the coat to Isabelle and said, “Much appreciated.”

George had reverted to his usual business attire..

“Stay back! I don’t want their blood to smudge your clothes,” he advised.

Isabelle held George’s coat and watched quietly from the side.

Not far away, George faced the crowd alone. Gone was his gentlemanly demeanour; he switched from the polite Mr. Harris to the formidable Mr. George. The blade’s glint reflected on his face.

George fought with precision and ruthless efficiency; his kicks and punches were sharp and swift.

Despite being the leader of God’s Armament, he likely had little time to train and spent most of his time dealing with business matters, signing contracts, discussing projects, and attending meetings,

Clearly, that wasn’t the case. George’s skills were far superior to what Isabelle had imagined. If it came down to a fight, he might be on par with Yves.

Isabelle was skilled in both hand–to–hand combat and kicks, preferring the former, while George excelled in the latter.

With legs as long as his, it would be a shame not to use them–his kicks were impressive and satisfying to

watch.

Isabelle’s gaze followed the tall figure amidst the crowd. His innate elegance and years of cultivated grace were evident even in a fierce fight.

It reminded her of the time she watched Jim fight in a bar.

thrilled Isabelle.

quickly dispatched the last opponent, his breath steady. He turned to see

on her face, George

him along just to

was even more challenging than understanding a young man’s. Even straightforward ones, like Isabelle, could be

fight, but she also enjoyed watching

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the hidden talent, Mr. George.”

off guard with her calling her ‘Mr. George‘, he chuckled. I’m

paused and asked, “Had enough? If not, we

time. There’s no shortage of

put his coat back

on the ground, groaning in

to

at the second–floor window. He saw Isabelle return with someone, but he couldn’t make out the face in the

came down to greet them.

“Sweetheart-”

he approached and saw it was George, Yves‘

Isabelle close and said, “Weren’t you just going for a walk? Did you walk all the

“We ran

that. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. It’s getting late now, and

around and went

back, Yves gently held her face and urged, “Don’t worry about him. Just do as

the show from the window.

small, dilapidated two–story wooden house and fell deep in thought.

billowed in the wind. The house seemed ready to collapse at any moment, but it was sturdier than it looked.

invite them to

on the second floor opened with a warm yellow light spilling out, and Isabelle appeared, waving

stepped inside and went