Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 239 Brawl

Jim heard the commotion and stepped out of the house to find George and Yves locked in a fierce fight.

He adjusted his glasses and leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the spectacle.

The brawl was too intense for the wooden house to endure. Within moments, the table and chairs in the middle were reduced to splinters, and several walls were badly damaged.

If they kept this up, the house would collapse soon.

Just as Jim was about to tell them to take the fight outside, the door opposite swung open, revealing an irritated Isabelle. “Have you had enough?”

At her request, George immediately stopped.

It was unclear whether Yves was unable to stop his attack or simply unwilling to, but he landed a solid blow on George’s chest.

George took a step back, with pain spreading through his chest.

Isabelle’s expression darkened further.

Jim remarked, “Great, now you’ve woken her up.”

She glared at the two who were fighting and roared, “You’re too loud!”

She retreated back inside and slammed the door shut.

Last night, Isabelle went to the Warners‘ territory, injuring several of their men and killing a few. Early this morning, Ryan lashed out again.

Predictably, Josh became his punching bag.

Ryan was accustomed to Josh’s constant berating and spitting of insults, each one more vicious than the

last.

“You’re a disgrace! A bastard born of a whore. It’s a shame to have trash like you born into our family,” Ryan spat venomously.

got tired of

calmly and advised, “Why get so worked up? It’s

gulped the water down, cursing him silently for being a

seemed to sense

heart and yanked it out. His

eyes widened in shock as the cup fell

Ryan gasped in

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sniffed it, and said, “Your blood stinks as much as your mouth.”

his bleeding chest and collapsed on the ground. He

spare you.”

saw me kill you? Everyone saw that Ardon girl do it. Josh crouched and said with a smile, “Don’t worry, our family will

unwillingness filled Ryan’s eyes.

“You’re so bad with words. In your next life, it’s best if you’re mute.” He slowly raised his hand, then drove

four people sat facing each other at the

the fight, looked at George with eyes full of malice, as if he

clashed, and the air was thick with tension.

conflict. He looked at Isabelle, who was still sleepy and irritable, and said.

Yves, but for waking her up.

expressionless, eyes

grew

men brought food.

“Have breakfast and ignore

was still half–asleep and grumpy, while the other

the bread tasteless and reluctantly decided to play peacemaker. He asked, “Mr. George, where did you sleep last night?”

stay up all

he mean he couldn’t sleep because someone was

George explained, “I sat in a

to Yves. “Did you hear that?”

glare at George remained unchanged.