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.

for trouble,”

did you go? On vacation or back to Norward?

Isabelle replied, “Vacation.”

invite me? I could have booked hotels, called

“George had done

Danny was dumbfounded.

she go

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you having dinner at home? What are you

why I came to find

at

so that you won’t be celebrating with them.

the

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“I prefer quiet.”

fireworks in my trunk. We can go set them off. I even got some

Isabelle was speechless.

please come to my place. We have ten chefs cooking. You can have whatever cuisine you want.

his relentless pestering.

Year’s with him several

instantly felt

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

rush. Are we setting off fireworks?”

asked, “Can you go to the airport to pick up

lit up, and he agreed, “Sure!”

a diligent chauffeur. He eagerly handed water to the