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

Tm tied up

casino incident, Liam assured Isabelle, “I’ll handle

butler nodded

George returned with

go through that on my fief,” said Liam

no fault of yours, Duke,”

questioning, “Were you at the

arched an eyebrow, remarking, “You’re drenched

a result of her blindness, made even a

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shot a curious glance at George, pondering, Perfume? A woman? What’s Mr. George up

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scene, stroking the cat, reflecting on how innocent yesterday’s hand–holding seemed

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

shrugged off his coat, admitting, “It was unintentional. I’ll be more cautious

hoped for even a hint of concern from Isabelle,

smelling like a bouquet. Did

of Mr. Smith, the

change in tone, George could

reasoned that it was simply Isabelle’s nature. Perhaps he hadn’t

idol for you. She closes her heart for romance. Men only

was no good luck.

across the street and snagged

replied, “But you’ve already given me

“They’re two different things. A birthday calls for cake, at the very least. He then turned

sweets give me toothaches.”

“Much obliged, Your Grace, for

said, “I should be thanking you for keeping the peace.