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

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

as they

the villa, but George

was puzzled as he looked towards the quiet villa.

not at home?

George get stood up

had been saved from the brink, was

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Finished

head home, I want to go home, Deborah said, her heart aching as she

the bed. “We’ll

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

up in Deborah’s

“I’ll figure it

outside the ward, overhearing the conversation between the mother

she turned and walked

the neighbourhood, it was already

her thoughts, she took her time walking towards

Maybach parked outside, with George standing

eyed him from afar, slowing

there, just watching

he stood tall and stiff, his face hidden in the darkness, his expression unseen. The night breeze

his mind replaying the

and turned to

“How long have you been waiting?”

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

he’s been

tone gentle. “I just got out of the car,” he said.

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

the