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.

immediately stood in front of

watched the luxury cars

Isabelle wanted to say that she was just blind, not disabled and

on the carriage had just snatched the whip from the steward’s hand, preparing to admonish the

cat meowed.

Jack’s arm and said,

with the whip recognized the luxury

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quickly put away the whip and stepped down from the carriage, holding up her

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

who looked injured,

she quickly explained, “It’s a misunderstanding. I didn’t know they

you need to train them properly so they don’t

take the horses back and train them properly,” the

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

look the same.

remember you don’t look like this,” he said as soon as he

remember your eyes.” Her eyes

be a pair of harmless almond–shaped eyes

also off. Back then, she was almost as tall as

had used heel lifts before, pretend I didn’t say that. Voices

still many discrepancies from what I’imagined.

her age.

ago, she was at

only eighteen

didn’t say that. These explanations can be

However…