Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 293 What’s Your Name?

She spoke casually, brushing it off with a light–hearted remark.

Jack was shocked.

The street was bustling and beautiful.

European–style buildings were visible everywhere.

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Jack dragged his injured body along the outer edge of the street, with Isabelle walking on the inner side. He watched the passing vehicles while watching where Isabelle was stepping.

They had just come out of the hospital.

Jack was seriously injured. Fortunately, he could still walk on both legs, but his shoulders were strained from being suspended from the ceiling.

He used his less injured arm as a makeshift crutch for Isabelle. She held onto his arm, following his

Although the two walked slowly, it was hard to notice that Isabelle couldn’t see.

pace.

A beautiful Ruemanian medieval carriage grazed past Jack, who was injured and had difficulty moving, narrowly avoiding a collision.

The startled white horse neighed loudly and stamped its hooves, coming to a stop. The bump jolted the young lady sitting in the carriage. After steadying herself, she immediately began angrily scolding Jack and Isabelle.

Isabelle frowned slightly.

Jack first checked on Isabelle to ensure she was okay. Seeing that she was unharmed, he was furious and moved to pull the person from the carriage.

At that moment, a dozen luxury cars surrounded the carriage and Jack and Isabelle. Passersby were scared and kept their distance.

in front of Isabelle, shielding her

the luxury cars

was just blind, not disabled and that it didn’t affect her performance.

whip from the steward’s hand, preparing to admonish the

A cat

and said,

whip recognized the

out from one of the cars,

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you doing here?” The young lady quickly put away the whip and stepped down from

Alice? What were you planning to do to my guest?” Liam’s

looked injured,

a misunderstanding. I didn’t know they

her explanation. “If your horses don’t behave, you need to train them properly so they don’t

them properly,” the young lady said hastily, getting back into her

light–coloured eyes carried their usual coldness and detachment as he assessed her, from her face to her entire being. Then, a hint

look

he said

your eyes.” Her eyes were like fox eyes, lovely, with a lazy charm.

a pair of harmless almond–shaped eyes like she has

her height is also off. Back then, she was almost as

if she had used heel lifts before, pretend I didn’t say that. Voices can also

many discrepancies

example, her age.

ago, she was at least seventeen years old.

she’s only eighteen or nineteen

These

However…