Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 283 Deliveryman

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Percy felt a bit awkward when he heard his father’s words. His father had forced him to dress in his military uniform for this visit.

He extended his hand towards Isabelle and introduced himself, “Hello, I’m Percy Sarratt.”

Isabelle nodded slightly but didn’t shake his hand.

“Come in,” she said as she turned to enter the villa.

Percy retracted his hand and shrugged helplessly at his father.

Carl gave Percy an encouraging yet intimidating look and pushed him through the door. “That’s an order.”

Isabelle brought out her needles.

“Watch carefully. Isabelle has real skills; even Arlo praises her highly, and I’m not exaggerating, Carl said

to his son.

Turning to Isabelle, he added, “‘Isabelle, I don’t mean anything by this; I’m just hoping young people could become friends, even if they’re ordinary friends.”

Carl continued, “Have you had dinner? After you finish the treatment, how about we all go out for a meal?”

Isabelle replied, “No need, someone will bring my dinner soon.”

“Someone is bringing your dinner? Well, then another time. Whenever you have time, we’ll arrange it” Carl looked at Isabelle with a warm, eager gaze, almost as if he were looking at a future daughter–in–law.

He signaled frantically for his son to say something.

Percy, who was more accustomed to training soldiers than making conversation, struggled. His ment feared him as if he were the devil; how could he chat with a girl?

Especially one he just met?

noticed the father and son’s effort, suspected Carl had more than just casual friendship in mind for the

him the

Carl took matters into his

recruit you after your exam results came out. Truly outstanding. By the way, Isabelle, your shooting skills are amazing.

blinking, “From a night market, shooting

recalled hearing some of her classmates talk about it during

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He directed this at his

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being uncommunicative, but he wasn’t doing much better, asking the wrong questions

answer was equally

too. Maybe you two could have

responded, “Dad,

needles in Isabelle’s hand and muttered to his son, “Then we’ll talk

a week and knew his father was trying to arrange a match. It was the first time he’d seen his father so pleased with a

Isabelle non–stop. If Percy hadn’t opposed–strongly,

father had praised Isabelle to the skies. Percy was confident in his own abilities and hadn’t received

shooting

he’d like to see her skills for

Isabelle administer acupuncture with focused attention and professionalism, while Arlo observed keenly. Clearly, his father hadn’t exaggerated.

girl was the real deal.

they are exceptional, beautiful, and have a composed

him to depy an interest in

moment, the doorbell rang.

the lowest in rank; he sensibly

delivered Isabelle’s

a delivery person or

was stunned and called out, “Mr. George?”