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

man in the rearview mirror, observing George’s expression. He couldn’t discern anything specific, but

darkened as they

outside the villa, but George remained seated, just sitting

as he looked

Miss Jenkins not at home?

stood up again?

Deborah, who had been saved

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Get Stood

Finished

head home, I want to go home, Deborah said,

on the bed. “We’ll go home

several hundred bucks a day. It’s too expensive. I will only drag you down. Where did you get so much money

welled up in

figure it

overhearing the conversation between the

and walked away.

neighbourhood, it was already past ten in

her

Maybach parked outside, with George standing nearby.

from afar, slowing her steps.

just watching

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

at the dark, empty building ahead, his mind replaying the

and turned to see

and asked, “How long

in George’s appearance, she noticed a weariness she hadn’t seen before, with

like he’s been really

at the girl in front of him, his tone

did he come, but he also waited at the door for her for hours.

him the gate