Resurrecting the Genius Within.

Chapter 297 A Delicate Balance.

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George felt a twinge of discomfort at the sight. But he wasn’t sure if Liam and Isabelle’s relationship was like Yves and Jim’s, so he couldn’t say anything.

Isabelle, seemed to notice, saying slightly annoyed, “You really don’t know boundaries”

George’s discomfort instantly vanished.

Liam looked puzzled. “Hmm?” All he did was hold a cat. How was that crossing a line?

Liam, still holding the cat, glanced at the items on the table. “Are all the herbs here? How long until it’s cured? I’m looking forward to seeing your eyes recover.”

Isabelle replied, “This poison isn’t hard to cure, but the detox process is slow. It’ll take a while to completely clear it out.”

“Not hard to cure? You know how?” Dylan who had been ready to give up and had even thought about where he’d be buried, immediately looked at Isabelle. Weren’t you saying we needed a live subject for testing?

Isabelle said, “Secing you all travel–worn, I was just joking to lighten the mood.”

Dylan was speechless. A joke? Lighten the mood? It was him she was joking about, to relax Mr. George! These two heartless people. His sincerity was wasted.

Dylan felt like he was fooled in a new way every day. His intelligence was insulted so many times. It was making him lose confidence.

In the room, Isabelle sat on the couch, preparing to treat herself with acupuncture.

I stop her

but it didn’t s from treating herself, though it was

well. If Arlo came, she would have

needle kit out of his coat pocket and carefully handed the needles Isabelle needed to

them. George quietly handed her the needles, not daring to say anything

that. Even George, who had seen a lot but didn’t understand medicine, was impressed. Not to

poison was in her eyes, most needles were placed

her long neck. He stared at the expanse of her pale skin, the elegant collarbone, and the black strap of her underwear on her shoulder. His face. stiffened slightly, and he unconsciously

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their hands had inevitably touched. They were close, and the room was quiet. Isabelle faintly heard him

know if it was his imagination, but this round of needling seemned to take especially long. When she finally finished the last needle, Isabelle

distract you.

asked, “How do you feel about not being used as a test

the poison wasn’t hard to cure, I was relieved. But I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you.”

without saying anything, thinking to herself how smooth–talking

then asked, “Do you have

Isabelle responded, “No.”

she had were shallow and insignificant.

he

in the future for you to be useful. Maybe

his gentlemanly demeanour slip away. He stared directly at Isabelle.

course, he looked at her face,

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