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.

wasn’t merely a mansion area. It was the

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

in the information with a mix of astonishment and

Thus, even if you opt to stay indoors for

the mansion’s grounds before coming to a

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

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breeze carried a

leaky roof, casting a soft glow

whip slicing through the silence shattered the tranquilly of the

centre of the church, a man was bound to a

the roof, enveloping him in its glow.

to behold a towering cross,

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

brow to

a brief moment, he regained his composure, and the narrow, penetrating eyes behind his glasses fixed

escaped his lips. The laughter was brief yet melodic, reverberating through

betrayed a calculated tenderness, yet beneath this benign exterior lurked a

Warner demanded, her brow furrowing in

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

breath.

defiant,” he

you yield, Maria

hand and cracked the whip once

clenched his jaw, veins pulsing

opportunity to

long whip in her hand towards the hanging

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

and he found himself unable to stifle his

moment to regain his