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.

then, the butler entered, announcing, “Your Grace, Mr. Smith and his daughter have brought

declined, Tm tied up right now.”

Liam assured Isabelle, “I’ll handle it

nodded

with

go through that on my fief,” said Liam politely.

is by no fault of yours, Duke,” answered

“Were you at the restaurant

an eyebrow, remarking,

a result of her blindness, made even a hint of perfume overwhelming

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curious glance at George, pondering, Perfume? A woman? What’s

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reflecting on how

him a meaningful look as if catching him red–handed, tempted to give

was unintentional. I’ll be more cautious in

hoped for even a hint of concern from Isabelle, but her

she quipped, “Getting into mischief and returning smelling like a bouquet. Did you have a tête–à–tête with

likely the daughter of Mr.

in tone, George could at least

nature. Perhaps he hadn’t yet reached a level of significance to trigger her

her heart for romance. Men only get in

was no

said, “Let’s shift gears. I popped into the restaurant across the street and snagged you a

“But you’ve already given me a gift.”

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

“No thanks, sweets

Your

the peace. My standing among the people has only