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.

wasn’t merely a mansion area. It was the

parents reside. The remainder is allocated for

information with a mix of astonishment and contemplation.

even if you opt to

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

in the past, but witnessing a

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nation, the warm breeze carried a subtle touch of

the leaky roof, casting a soft glow on the drifting dust particles.

the silence

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

cascaded from the roof, enveloping him in its glow.

gazed upward to behold a towering cross, a symbol

the air, etching another crimson streak onto his pristine shirt, the gash stretching from

brow to furrow once

and the narrow, penetrating eyes behind his glasses fixed on the woman wielding

melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant church, imparting an unusual tenderness

unwittingly betrayed a calculated tenderness, yet beneath this benign exterior

laughing at?” Maria Warner demanded, her brow furrowing in

drained from the torment, didn’t reply immediately. He paused, taking a moment

breath.

defiant,”

today, I’ll ensure you

her hand and cracked the

clenched his jaw, veins

opportunity to

her hand towards the hanging cross,

under his breath, his gaze flickering to the imposing cross before him. “Repent?” he

seemed, and he found himself unable to stifle his laughter, even as Maria glared at him

moment