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.

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

where my parents reside. The remainder is allocated for security. guards and servants, while our living quarters are

with

is rather spacious, equipped with all you could desire. Thus, even if you opt to stay indoors for

grounds before coming to a halt

fountains adorning mansion entrances in the

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344 An Opportunity

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

church, moonbeams filtered through the leaky roof, casting a

the silence shattered the tranquilly of the

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

roof, enveloping him

ropes, he gazed upward to

streak onto his pristine shirt, the gash stretching from his

caused his brow to furrow

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

The laughter was brief yet melodic, reverberating through the expansive,

unwittingly betrayed a calculated tenderness, yet beneath this benign exterior lurked a perilous essence.

are you laughing at?” Maria Warner demanded,

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

breath.

a tad defiant,” he

you yield,

her hand and cracked

clenched his jaw, veins pulsing around his neck.

you an opportunity

directed the long whip in her hand

darkly and muttered a curse under his breath, his gaze flickering to the imposing

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

him a moment