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.

merely a mansion area. It was

is allocated for security. guards and servants, while our

remained silent, taking in the information with a mix

with all you could desire. Thus, even if you

meandered around the artificial lake within the mansion’s grounds before coming

encountered fountains adorning mansion entrances in the past, but witnessing

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Opportunity to Repent

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

through the leaky roof, casting a soft

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

church, a man was bound to a chair, his white shirt

enveloping him in its glow.

and constrained by ropes, he gazed upward to behold a towering cross, a symbol of faith and

air, etching another crimson streak onto his pristine

brow

composure, and the narrow, penetrating eyes

was brief yet melodic, 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

Maria Warner demanded,

He paused, taking

breath.

a tad defiant,” he

today, I’ll ensure you yield,

and cracked the whip

veins pulsing around his neck.

an opportunity to repent today.”

directed the long whip in her hand towards the hanging

his gaze flickering to the imposing cross before him.

and he found himself

moment to regain his