Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 298 Unspoken Boundaries.

George glanced at the dog and tentatively asked Isabelle, “Is this Liam like Yves and Jim?”

He could tell they weren’t as close as she was with Yves and Jim.

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Isabelle replied, “He came here once before, and we ended up making a bet. We’re friends, sort of.

George nodded slightly, curious. “What did you win?”

Isabelle said, “There’s a jade shop called Luxe Luster back home, popular with high–society women. There’s one in Taragon City too. Heard of it?”

George answered, “I’ve heard a bit–did he lose Luxe Luster to you?”

Isabelle nodded. “Yes,”

George’s curiosity grew. “When will we make a bet? I have quite a few stakes.”

Isabelle perked up, “Like what?”

George said, “God’s Armament, Alcott’s armory. I think you’d like it. Ahem, and the thing you mentioned last time.”

Isabelle asked, “The thing I mentioned last time?”

What did I mention last time? What did his cough mean?

George didn’t elaborate, but reminded her, “I have one condition: Dylan is off the table.“.

Understanding dawned on her, and Isabelle raised an eyebrow, asking the crucial question, “Are you looking to win or lose?”

George replied, “Winning is losing, and losing,is winning.”

Isabelle remarked, “Mr. Harris, you really have a way with words.”

George responded, “Hmm?”

What did she mean?

came to check on Isabelle and invited them both to dinner.

had already finished with

the door. When the two

is ready. Let’s eat first.” Then

“Thank

to George in the darkness. George turned and took her

Balance:

721 + 75

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criticised for holding a cat, but she can let her friend hold her

with no issue.

remarked, “No boundaries.”

at

“You talk too much.”

Isabelle for the past two days, saw someone else taking over its job. Feeling unneeded, it anxiously circled around them, occasionally

head at Jack

“Woof!”

the long dining table, Liam sat at the head,

turned into a dedicated attendant, carefully serving

listed all the dishes for Isabelle, asking

George said, placing a spoonful of boneless fish onto Isabelle’s

Residence, the rule was no talking at the dinner table, and

asking Isabelle if she wanted every little thing, down to whether she wanted the green. onion in a

just short of feeding her himself.

or eight servants standing by

was his own home, Liam felt like an

this friend of yours just a male friend or a

looked at Isabelle

Mr.

your comment earlier about ‘no boundaries‘ left me feeling unbalanced,

our second time meeting, what’s

your friend here? Or put it another way, how many meetings does it také