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.

merely a mansion area. It was the domain

is allocated for security.

the information with a mix of astonishment

even if you opt to

the mansion’s grounds before coming to a halt in

encountered fountains adorning mansion entrances in the past, but witnessing

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enveloped the entire nation, the warm breeze carried a subtle touch of coolness, prompting people

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

through the silence shattered the tranquilly of

the centre of the church, a man was bound to a chair, his white

roof, enveloping him in its

ropes, he gazed upward to

crimson streak onto his pristine shirt,

his brow to furrow once more.

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

melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant

tenderness, yet beneath

laughing at?” Maria Warner demanded, her brow

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

breath.

feeling a tad defiant,” he

you yield, Maria declared.

cracked the whip once more.

jaw, veins

you an opportunity to repent

her hand

a curse under his breath, his gaze flickering to the imposing cross

the more ludicrous it seemed, and he found himself unable to stifle his

him a moment