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.

finally got tired of

get so worked up? It’s

him silently for being a

to sense something and

into his heart and yanked

as the cup fell

gasped in disbelief.

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Chapter 239 Brawl

and said, “Your blood stinks

the ground. He threatened, “Trash! Our family won’t

spare you.”

it. Josh crouched and said with a smile, “Don’t worry,

and 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

each other

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

gazes clashed, and the air was thick with

to prolong their conflict. He looked at Isabelle, who was still sleepy

apology wasn’t for fighting Yves, but for waking

expressionless, eyes closed, not responding.

expression grew

men brought food.

“Have breakfast and ignore them.” He took a piece

was still half–asleep and grumpy, while

reluctantly decided to play peacemaker. He asked, “Mr.

stay up

night. Did he mean he couldn’t

explained, “I sat in a chair all

nodded, then turned to Yves. “Did

murderous glare at George remained