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

at the cake shop. Observing George being escorted away, it stood briefly, then nonchalantly

no inclination to

indifferent to George’s

remained seated in the car, contentedly tallying

the midst of it all, George found himself

which it was executed hinted at

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whisked George away to

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was escorted to the opulent castle, each step fraught

stood its ostentatious owner, an embodiment of nobility reminiscent

the real owner of the casino.

disgruntled manager ousted from the casino, his fury

the manager seized a firearm,

Vengeance.

castle’s owner intervened, preventing further escalation

incensed by the news of the casino’s downfall at the hands of the Ardon duo. Determined

on George, the woman stood transfixed, her

castle owner, a prominent figure in the region,

and striking presence, he refrained from

particularly concerning Ardons, the castle owner harboured

for years, their community bore a profound grudge and apprehension towards those of Ardon descent. Though desiring George’s demise, they hesitated to act rashly.

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

to speak, bypassing formal introductions with a direct assertion,

signalling Isabelle’s attempts to reach

the room, prompting a

present.

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