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.

mansion area. It was the domain of the Harris

is allocated for

taking in the information with a mix of

remarked, “The house is rather spacious, equipped with all you could desire. Thus, even if you opt to stay indoors

grounds

had encountered fountains adorning mansion entrances in the past, but witnessing a

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warm breeze carried a

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

of a whip slicing through the

a chair, his

cascaded from the roof, enveloping him in

upward to behold a towering cross, a

onto his pristine shirt,

brow to furrow once more.

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

soft chuckle escaped his lips. The laughter was brief yet melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant church, imparting an unusual tenderness and charm to those

tenderness, yet beneath this benign exterior lurked a perilous

Warner

immediately. He paused, taking a moment to steady

breath.

tad defiant,” he eventually muttered.

ensure you yield, Maria declared.

and cracked the whip once

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an opportunity

long whip in her hand towards the hanging cross,

gaze flickering to the imposing cross before

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

moment to regain his composure.