Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 306 Admirer

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George exuded an extraordinary air, both in appearance and demeanour, rivalling even the noble princes and earls of the royal family, if not surpassing them slightly.

His close ties with the Duke added to his allure in the eyes of the castle owner, who harboured hopes of winning George over through his daughter.

“My name’s Alice. What about you?” Alice inquired, noticing George’s apparent disregard.

Suppressing her temper, Alice continued, “I love this cake too. Is it for your family? Mind if I have a taste?”

In a cool tone, George replied in Fleoburgian, “It’s for someone special. Please, don’t bother me further.”

Meanwhile, Isabelle returned to the castle, where Liam awaited her.

Despite some initial complaints about not being informed about Jack’s outing, Liam softened at the sight of the happy dog that was wagging its tail.

“I usually let the army accompany Jack since I don’t really take him out a lot.”

Isabelle remarked, “Dogs handle new places differently from cats. Jack seemed to have a blast.”

Liam expressed concern, “But what if he wanders off?”

Isabelle reassured him. “He willingly tagged along

After reviewing the surveillance footage, it was evident that Jack voluntarily hopped into the car.

Liam sighed, addressing the dog. “Bad dog.”

“Woof,” Jack responded.

the butler entered, announcing, “Your Grace, Mr. Smith and his daughter have brought Mr. Harris back. They’re waiting

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incident, Liam assured Isabelle, “I’ll handle it according to the

butler nodded in understanding.

George returned with a cake

through that on my fief,” said Liam

fault of yours, Duke,”

directly, questioning, “Were you at the restaurant for lunch?”

remarking, “You’re drenched in perfume.”

made even a hint of perfume overwhelming for Isabelle.

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pondering, Perfume? A woman? What’s

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observed the unfolding scene, stroking the cat, reflecting on how innocent

the cake to Dylan, shooting him a meaningful look as if catching him red–handed, tempted to give him

coat, admitting, “It was unintentional. I’ll be more cautious in

concern from Isabelle, but her

“Getting into mischief and returning smelling

the daughter of Mr. Smith, the

a change in tone, George could at least convince himself that

simply Isabelle’s nature. Perhaps he hadn’t yet reached a level of

heart for romance. Men

right, that was no good luck.

restaurant across the street and snagged you a cake, a birthday treat.”

already given me a gift.”

things. A birthday calls for cake, at the very least. He then

sweets give

“Much obliged, Your

keeping the peace. My standing