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.

area. It was the domain of the Harris

The remainder is allocated for

the information with a mix of astonishment and contemplation.

with all you could desire. Thus, even if you

within the mansion’s grounds before coming

in the past, but witnessing a lake was a

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entire nation, the warm breeze carried a subtle touch of

filtered through the leaky roof, casting a

slicing through the silence shattered the tranquilly of the room.

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

from the roof, enveloping him

ropes, he gazed upward to behold a towering cross, a

air, etching another crimson streak onto his pristine shirt, the gash stretching from his neck

caused his brow

penetrating eyes behind his glasses fixed on the

laughter was brief yet melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant church, imparting an unusual tenderness and charm to those

yet beneath this benign exterior lurked a perilous essence.

Warner

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

breath.

a tad defiant,” he eventually

today, I’ll ensure you yield, Maria declared.

cracked the whip

clenched his jaw, veins pulsing around

you an opportunity

her hand towards the hanging

chuckled darkly 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

him a moment to regain his