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?

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

give him the

took matters into his own

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

without blinking, “From a night market,

her classmates talk about

left Chase

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He directed this at

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father often criticized him for being uncommunicative, but he wasn’t doing much better,

was

Maybe you two could have a match sometime? Come visit

responded, “Dad, she’s busy.”

at the silver needles in Isabelle’s hand and muttered to his son, “Then

his father rave about Isabelle for a week and knew his father was trying to arrange a match. It was the first time he’d seen his father so

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

skies. Percy was confident in his own abilities and hadn’t received such compliments from his father, making

shooting abilities and

the chance, he’d like to see her skills

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

the

especially when they are exceptional,

hard for him to depy an interest

moment, the doorbell

was the youngest and the lowest in

delivered

hoped for a delivery

was stunned and called