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.

George pulled

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

as they

car stopped outside the villa, but

looked towards

Jenkins not at

stood

in the hospital, Deborah, who had been saved from the brink, was earnestly advising her son.

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

the bed. “We’ll go home when you’ve recovered.”

to the nurse. It costs several hundred bucks a day. It’s too expensive.

up in Deborah’s

responded, “I’ll figure it

overhearing the conversation between the mother and son.

turned and

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

in her thoughts, she took her time walking towards

Maybach parked outside, with George standing

him from afar, slowing her

there, just

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

building ahead, his mind replaying the surveillance footage from the repair shop–Isabelle

heard a noise and turned to see Isabelle walking

“How long have

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,

he’s been really

him, his tone gentle. “I just got

not only did he come, but he also waited at

him the