Resurrecting the Genius Within

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Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 309 The First Time

Yet, George merely grinned and stayed quiet.

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After realising that the dog shared the name Jack too, Ethan wondered. Did Jack’s earlier look of discontent stem from his name? It wasn’t linked to his injury, right?

His heart felt noticeably lighter.

Following that, George accompanied Ethan back to the school.

After a few days of not hearing from Isabelle, Danny eventually got in touch with her again and decided to skip class to pay her a visit.

To his amazement, the door was not opened by a person, but by a dog.

Danny paused, unsure if it was his booming voice, his looks falling short of the dog’s liking, or his mannerisms resembling those of someone involved in dog trading.

Jack the dog was vigilant, hunkering down with sharp claws poised to attack at any instant.

“Oh, so Isabelle has a dog too.

Unaware of the seriousness of the moment, Danny tried to stroke Jack’s head.

His misguided move resulted in him being pursued by the dog around the neighbourhood for three rounds, with locals hearing his shouts and curse words for the first time ever.

When Isabelle finally descended the stairs, Danny was nowhere to be found.

She asked Jack the human, who had been in the living room. Jack replied, “I didn’t see him.”

How could he have overlooked him? Isabelle had heard Danny’s cry for help reverberating through the house.

actually need help. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have

him.

that moment, Jack the dog returned, carrying a trouser leg in its mouth.

presented the trouser leg to Isabelle, its tail wagging furiously

home, which was not as grand as its previous abode.

it moped around

the happiest it had been since

couldn’t see it, so she didn’t

to Jack the human. Jack glanced at it, seeing no blood on the trouser leg, and paid

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persisted for four or

he arrived that evening, Isabelle was in her room.

upstairs to find

Isabelle’s convenience but for

open, George still knocked before

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noticed that the bathroom door was open. Isabelle stood bent over the sink, washing her

detachable showerhead

took the showerhead from

the showerhead and handed

water temperature with his hand, finding it a bit cool, so he adjusted it slightly higher. Then, he positioned his hand in front of the showerhead, allowing the water to flow over it and

he washed her hair with a sense

hair, and this

contract worth hundreds of millions. He was gentle and careful as he worked the shampoo through her

of the lather was exquisitely delicate. As he

the foam, shut off the shower,

then fetched a plush towel from the cabinet and wrapped her damp hair with it. Isabelle stood

hands, along with the towel, to softly dry

her gaze.

George’s actions unconsciously slowed down. The towel soaked up the majority of the water, her damp hair cascading down, her petite face hidden beneath the dense strands and towel,

his motions came to a halt entirely, his lips