Resurrecting the Genius Within

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Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 344 An Opportunity to Repent

Ethan, who was being teased relentlessly, felt his cheeks flush and lowered his head quietly.

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He observed that numerous cars occupied the identical position they had been in since his arrival earlier, mirroring days past.

Ethan couldn’t resist querying. “Did you all not return to the hotel, Brother George?”

He then turned his gaze towards Jack and the others.

George responded, “The traffic was dreadful on our return journey, so we decided to skip the hotel. Let’s head home for lunch. Everything’s ready.”

Ethan presumed that by “home,” George referred to Isabelle’s house, but it transpired they were heading to George’s house.

Upon entering the estate, Ethan surveyed the splendid scenery and grand buildings scattered around, sensing a twinge of discomfort.

Occasionally, he spotted security guards making their rounds.

Having resided in Taragon City for more than six months, Ethan understood that the affluence in Taragon City set it apart from other states.

This mansion was undeniably the wealthiest among the affluent.

Did Brother George reside here?

Ethan couldn’t resist pondering which mansion belonged to them.

George proceeded to introduce each mansion, saying. “The one ahead is my eldest brother Riley’s house. Next to it resides my eldest nephew. On the left is my younger nephew’s house. He’s a year older than you, studying overseas. I’ll acquaint you with him upon his return. At the back is where my second brother resides…”

Ethan couldn’t help but gaze at George, feeling his breath catch slightly.

that this wasn’t merely a mansion area. It was the domain of the Harris family.

reside. The remainder is allocated for security.

in the information with a mix of astonishment

all you could desire. Thus, even if you opt to

artificial lake within the mansion’s grounds before coming to a halt

encountered fountains adorning mansion entrances in the past, but witnessing a lake

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entire nation, the warm breeze carried a subtle touch of coolness, prompting people to venture outdoors.

the abandoned, decrepit church, moonbeams filtered through the leaky roof, casting a soft glow on the drifting

sharp sound of a whip slicing through the silence shattered

of the church, a man was bound to a chair, his white shirt marred by bloody welts–a

from the roof, enveloping him in its glow.

to behold a towering cross, a symbol

his pristine shirt, the gash stretching from his

brow to furrow

composure, and the narrow, penetrating eyes behind his glasses fixed on

brief yet melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant church, imparting an unusual tenderness and charm to those

calculated tenderness, yet beneath

Maria Warner demanded, her

He paused, taking a moment to steady his

breath.

a tad defiant,” he

I’ll ensure you yield, Maria declared.

raised her hand and cracked

clenched his jaw, veins

offering you an opportunity to repent

the long whip in her hand

and muttered a curse under his breath, his gaze flickering to the imposing cross before him. “Repent?” he echoed with a smirk.

himself unable to stifle

a moment