Resurrecting the Genius Within

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There’s witness all around us!

“I got my horizons expanded thanks to Ms. Jenkins,” said George.

“Don’t put this all on me,” said Isabelle.

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All she aimed for was to inject some thrill into his mundane existence, to unveil a world of excitement he’d never known. Yet, fate had its own plans.

Dylan, grasping the bag of cash, hastened his steps, questioning. “What’s the next move with this bundle?” He couldn’t shake off the feeling that the money was searing through his palms, urging him to find a swift

solution.

George’s response came swift and simple, “Consider it an unexpected windfall for you.”

Dylan’s eyes were the size of saucepans. He held the money bag as tightly as he could, and the concern on his face was replaced by a simper. “All hail Mr. George. All hail Ms. Jenkins.”

Look at all this money! I love working for Mr. George!

“Woof!”

Dylan cast an affectionate glance at Jack, finding the canine utterly endearing as they made their way to at nearby restaurant.

Securing a table by the window, George settled everyone in their seats before announcing, “I’ll just pop across the street to grab something. Won’t be long.” With that, he swiftly exited the eatery.

Isabelle couldn’t help but wonder, Why didn’t he just ask Dylan to fetch it over the phone?

On the other side of the street lay a quaint cake shop, where George selected the most lavish and visually appealing cake available.

Emerging from the store with the cake in hand, George was suddenly surrounded by a fleet of luxury cars, their occupants brandishing a dozen ominous gun barrels.

his tongue lolling out as he gazed intelligently

escorted away, it stood briefly, then nonchalantly resumed its

its demeanour, no inclination to

indifferent to George’s predicament, even displaying

remained seated in the car, contentedly tallying

George found himself the victim of

in which it was executed

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George away to an

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was escorted to the

regal halls stood its ostentatious owner, an embodiment of nobility reminiscent of a medieval lord.

owner was also the real owner

manager ousted from the casino,

eyes, the manager seized a

Vengeance.

the castle’s owner intervened, preventing further

by the news of the casino’s downfall at the hands of the Ardon duo. Determined to mete out punishment, she envisioned parading the perpetrators through town, bound to

laying eyes on George, the woman

a prominent figure in the region, exuded shrewdness and discernment.

imposing demeanour and striking presence, he refrained from hasty action, recognising him as

Ardons, the castle owner

of a formidable half–Ardon Duke for years, their community bore a profound grudge and

owner inquired, “Did you wreak havoc in my casino? What name do you go by?”

speak, bypassing formal introductions with a direct assertion, “I hail from the

signalling Isabelle’s attempts to reach him–an urgent connection

reverberated within the room, prompting a reaction from all

present.

Lord, do not be swayed by his words. Ardons are adept deceivers. I advise we get rid of him.”