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.

in, and George pulled out his phone to

expression. He couldn’t discern anything specific, but it was evident that

darkened as

outside the villa, but George remained seated, just sitting there.

puzzled as he looked towards the quiet

Jenkins not

George get stood

hospital, Deborah, who had been saved from the brink,

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Mr George Get

Finished

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

on the bed. “We’ll go home when

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

up in Deborah’s eyes.

figure

overhearing the conversation between the mother and son.

turned and

got back to the neighbourhood, it was already past ten in the evening.

thoughts, she took her

spotted a Maybach parked outside, with

afar, slowing her

just

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

stood outside the villa, staring at the dark, empty building ahead, his mind replaying the surveillance footage from the repair shop–Isabelle watching

turned to

“How long have you

him. Taking in George’s appearance, she noticed a weariness she hadn’t seen before, with faint dark circles under his

he’s been

of him, his tone gentle. “I just got out of the

come, but to her surprise, not only did he come, but he also waited at

told him the