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.

and George pulled out his phone

mirror, observing George’s expression. He couldn’t discern anything specific, but it was evident that something was on

sky darkened as they

outside the villa, but

as he looked

not at

George get stood up again?

the hospital, Deborah, who had been saved from the

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Deborah said, her heart aching as

the bed. “We’ll go home

day. It’s too expensive. I will

in

figure

the conversation

turned and

the neighbourhood, it was already past

she took her time walking

distance, she spotted a Maybach parked

eyed him from afar, slowing her steps.

stood there, just watching him.

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

the villa, staring at the dark, empty building ahead, his mind replaying the surveillance footage

heard a noise and turned to

and asked, “How long have you been waiting?”

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

been really

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

messaged George, thinking he wouldn’t come, but to her surprise, not only did he come, but he

told him the