Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 252 He’s an Old Man

Isabelle walked over.

George stood up when he saw her.

Isabelle raised an eyebrow and asked, “Your friend?”

George replied, “I don’t know her.”

Dylan added, “She was just asking for directions.”

The woman’s expression changed rapidly. She awkwardly tried to sit back down but hesitated.

Seeing Isabelle, who looked much younger than George, she tentatively asked, “Is this your sister? She’s really pretty. Your family has great genes.”

This comment hit a sore spot.

George’s face visibly darkened.

Dylan thought to himself, Wow, this woman really doesn’t know how to talk.

“Brother….you’re my older brother.” Isabelle glanced at George, her expression subtly changing.

George turned to the woman and said, “Miss, do you need something?”

Since George’s expression had turned hostile, all of the dozen bodyguards seated in the back stood up.

The woman was startled,

Isabelle watched the woman flee and then looked at George with an amused expression, which made George feel helpless.

Isabelle sat down and said, “I told you, Mr. Harris is excellent; there’s no need to envy others.”

George replied, “If this keeps happening, it just makes me seem very approachable and easy to get along with.”

the other person is also extrodinary? At least she’s pretty!”

No matter how excellent, if it wasn’t the one he cares about, there was no reason

looked at him with a playful smile and suddenly asked, “If it were someone you liked, do you think it’s easy

and her

word ‘brother‘ sent a jolt through George’s

down, quickly turning gaway.

off fireworks to celebrate

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an Old

members. What kind of skills would

not like the mercenaries from

enjoy it.

George amused, Dylan thought, It seems like Mr. George can handle

time since I’ve heard

Melfrey when Isabelle pretended to be a helpless student and

even play the role sincerely.

in his pocket.

answered a video call from

you haven’t boarded the plane

“Almost.

Mr. Yves; she chose

year of high school. The school holiday started late. He had only just returned to Norward for the holiday a few days ago and was currently

come back, are

was writing calligraphy

had spent more than a decade celebrating New

festivals, Ethan didn’t want Isabelle to be alone

emotional

to his sister, saying. “Is that your brother?” The man’s shoulder came into

said, turning the camera

waved at Ethan.

screen, looked a bit nervous. “Mr.

said, “Your calligraphy is quite

“Thank you.”

Ethan’s nervousness, Isabelle turned the camera back to