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

his breath steady. He turned to see Isabelle watching

expression on her face, George

along just to

challenging than understanding a young man’s. Even straightforward

did she like to fight, but she also

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George

the hidden

calling her ‘Mr. George‘, he chuckled. I’m glad you enjoyed the

the coat from Isabelle. Just as he was about to put it on, he paused and asked, “Had enough? If not, we can wait. I’m sure

no shortage of

his coat

people on the ground, groaning in pain.

to

but he couldn’t make out the face in the

to

“Sweetheart-”

approached and saw it was George, Yves‘ expression soured.

going for a walk?

ran

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

and went into the

face and urged,

the show from the window.

biting cold wind, George looked at the small, dilapidated two–story wooden house and fell deep

ready to collapse at any moment, but it was sturdier

if he should invite them to

with a warm yellow light spilling out, and Isabelle

and went upstairs.