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.

Finished

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

my parents reside. The remainder is allocated for security.

information with

Thus, even if you opt to

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

in the past, but witnessing a lake was

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An Opportunity to

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a subtle touch of coolness,

roof, casting a soft glow on

sound of a whip slicing through the silence shattered the tranquilly of

was bound to a chair, his

enveloping him in

gazed upward to behold a towering cross, a symbol

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

his brow to furrow once more.

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

reverberating through the expansive, vacant church, imparting an unusual tenderness and charm to those within

eyes unwittingly betrayed a calculated tenderness, yet beneath this benign exterior lurked

Maria Warner demanded, her brow furrowing in

the torment, didn’t reply immediately. He paused, taking

breath.

a tad defiant,” he eventually muttered.

today, I’ll ensure you yield,

and cracked the whip once more.

clenched his jaw, veins pulsing around

an opportunity to repent

whip in her hand towards the hanging cross,

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

seemed, and he found himself unable to

moment to regain his composure.