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.

out as he gazed intelligently at Isabelle, occasionally

escorted away, it stood

urgency in its demeanour, no inclination to alert Isabelle of the unfolding

rather indifferent to George’s predicament, even displaying a hint of

remained seated in the car, contentedly

all, George found himself

it was executed hinted at the involvement

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gun–wielding captors, George was escorted to the

owner, an embodiment of nobility

also the real owner

was the disgruntled manager ousted from the casino, his fury palpable, fingers itching to inflict

eyes, the manager seized a firearm, aiming to

Vengeance.

the castle’s owner intervened, preventing further escalation with a commanding voice.

hands of the Ardon duo. Determined to mete out punishment, she envisioned parading the perpetrators through town, bound to her carriage,

on George, the woman

owner, a prominent figure in the region,

refrained from hasty action, recognising him as no ordinary individual.

by nature, particularly concerning Ardons, the castle owner harboured

a profound grudge and apprehension towards those of Ardon descent. Though desiring George’s demise,

castle owner inquired, “Did you wreak havoc in my casino? What name do

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

captivity, his phone buzzed twice, signalling Isabelle’s attempts

statement reverberated within the room, prompting a reaction from

present.

Lord, do not be swayed by his