Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 253 Visitors.

Isabelle was puzzled by his implication.

George ordered the driver to send her home.

Since the city had banned fireworks and it was dinnertime, most people were at home enjoying their family reunion dinners. The streets were relatively empty.

Isabelle got out of the car at the entrance to her neighborhood and walked inside.

Through the large floor–to–ceiling windows, she could see the residents were celebrating the festive days with their families.

The sight stirred no emotions in Isabelle.

Someone was bending over in front of her villa’s French window, peering in with his butt sticking out and wiggling.

Isabelle walked over and gave him a kick in the buttocks.

Danny’s face slammed against the glass, making his nose ache. He held onto his nose, his eyes watering from the pain, unable to recover for a while.

“Hey, what the hell? Which motherfucker dares to kick me!? You damn fool, trying to get yourself killed?” Danny cursed, then turned around, shrinking back when he saw who it was. “Oh, boss! Hey there.”

Isabelle asked, “Why are you sneaking around for?” Danny covered his nose and spoke with a muffled voice, “Boss, you kick really hard.”

Ignoring him, Isabelle opened the door and went inside.

Danny followed her inside with grievances. He still cared for his nose and buttocks.

“Where have you been? You disappeared as soon as vacation started. I sent you messages but got no reply. I’ve been looking for you everywhere; I almost asked Mr. George.

“Why didn’t you ask him?” Isabelle threw her backpack onto the sofa.

asking for trouble,” Danny said.

back to Norward? I

Isabelle replied, “Vacation.”

“Why didn’t you invite me? I could have booked hotels,

“George had

Danny was dumbfounded.

did she mean? Did she

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asked, “Why aren’t you having dinner at home? What are you doing

Year’s, that’s why I came

glanced at him..

you won’t be celebrating with them. And the Sullivans?

to the

here to spend New Year’s with

“I prefer quiet.”

have boxes of fireworks in my trunk. We can go set them off.

Isabelle was speechless.

place. We have ten chefs cooking. You can have whatever cuisine

continued his relentless

New Year’s with him several times, and I refused each time. Do you think you’ll succeed?”

felt defeated.

when her phone buzzed with a text message. She read it

Are we

airport

up, and

He eagerly handed water to the guests and opened the car doors for