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.

area. It

where my parents reside. The remainder is allocated for security. guards and servants,

silent, taking in the information with

desire. Thus, even if you opt to stay indoors for the summer break, you

lake within the mansion’s grounds

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

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warm breeze carried a subtle touch of coolness, prompting

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

through the silence shattered the

man was bound to a chair, his white shirt marred by bloody

cascaded from the roof, enveloping

in blood and constrained by ropes, he gazed upward to behold

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

agony caused his brow to furrow once

narrow, penetrating eyes behind his glasses fixed on the

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

yet beneath this benign exterior

are you laughing at?” Maria Warner demanded,

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

breath.

a tad defiant,” he eventually muttered.

you

and cracked

jaw, veins pulsing

you an opportunity to repent today.”

the long whip in her

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

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

took him a moment to