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,”

vacation or back to Norward? I asked Zack, and he said

Isabelle replied, “Vacation.”

didn’t you invite me? I could have booked hotels, called cabs, taken pictures, and made

had done

Danny was dumbfounded.

Did she go on vacation with George?

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having dinner at home?

it’s New Year’s, that’s why I

at

stepmother and stepsister aren’t nice people. You don’t like them so that you won’t be celebrating with them. And

to the

to spend New Year’s

“I prefer quiet.”

trunk. We can go set them off. I even got

Isabelle was speechless.

not, please come to my place. We have ten chefs cooking. You can have whatever cuisine you want. And if you come to my place for New Year’s,

his relentless

was annoyed by his chatter. She said, “George invited me to spend New Year’s with him several times,

instantly felt

a shower when her phone buzzed with a text message. She

replied, “No rush. Are we setting

the airport to pick up two people for me?”

and he

transformed into a diligent chauffeur. He eagerly handed water to the guests and opened