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

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

as they drove

outside the villa, but George remained seated, just sitting

he looked

not

get stood up

who had been saved from the brink,

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George Get Stood

Finished

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

bed. “We’ll go home when

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

up in Deborah’s

responded, “I’ll figure

overhearing the conversation

turned and

got back to the neighbourhood, it

her time

a Maybach

him from afar,

stood there, just watching

his face hidden in the darkness, his expression unseen. The night breeze

his mind replaying the surveillance footage from the repair shop–Isabelle watching

he heard a noise and turned to

asked, “How long

caught a whiff of smoke surrounding him. Taking in George’s appearance, she noticed a

he’s been really

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

did he come, but he also waited at

him the gate code.