Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 339 Mr George Get Stood Up Again?

Boss, just give me a word, and I’ll go up and ask him right now Danny trailed behind George like a paparazzo, waiting for Isabelle to give orders.

But after waiting for a while, Isabelle still hadn’t given any orders.

Finished

Isabelle swiped right on the screen, exiting the chat interface with Danny, then scrolled down to find George’s chat.

The chat history was stuck for two days.

The following day at school, Danny leaned in close to Isabelle and whispered, “Boss, did you kill him?”

As they spoke, Danny’s eyes remained during a rendezvous.

, scanning the surroundings like a confidential informant

Isabelle glanced at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

Danny shot her a look. “You didn’t reply to my message last night. Did you go and take care of that cheating duo?” He even mimed, slashing his throat.

Isabelle shrugged. “George’s reputation is getting trashed because of you.

Danny countered, “I saw it myself. Pics don’t lie. I sent you a bunch. Have you checked them?”

He flipped through the photos and showed them to her one by one.

Isabelle said, “Get lost.”

George had worked overtime until midnight last night, finishing a small portion of today’s work in advance, leaving himself sometime in the evening.

At noon, he called home and instructed the family chef to simmer a pot of chicken soup. In the evening. when the chicken soup was delivered, George left the company with it.

After several days apart, he was missing her like crazy.

pulled out his phone

George’s expression. He couldn’t discern anything specific,

sky darkened as they drove on.

villa, but George remained seated,

puzzled as he looked towards the quiet villa.

Miss Jenkins not

stood

saved from the brink, was earnestly advising her

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Get Stood

Finished

the treatment, and let’s head home, I want to go home, Deborah said, her heart aching as she looked at

bed. “We’ll go home when

nurse. It costs several hundred bucks a day. It’s too expensive. I will only drag

in Deborah’s eyes.

figure

outside the ward, overhearing the conversation between

turned and

the neighbourhood, it was already past ten in the evening.

took her time walking towards the villa.

spotted a Maybach

eyed him from afar, slowing her steps.

stood there, just watching

moonlight, he stood tall and stiff, his face hidden in the darkness, his

stood outside the villa, staring at the dark, empty building ahead, his mind replaying

he heard a noise and turned to see

and asked, “How long have you been waiting?”

got closer, she caught a whiff of smoke surrounding him. Taking in George’s appearance, she noticed a weariness she hadn’t seen before, with faint dark circles under his eyes,

been really busy lately.

in front of him, his tone gentle. “I just got out of the car,” he said.

but to her surprise, not only did he come, but he also waited at the door for her for hours.

the gate