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.

grasped that this wasn’t merely a mansion area. It was

over there is where my parents reside. The remainder is allocated

the information with a mix of astonishment

equipped with all you could desire. Thus, even if you opt to stay

mansion’s grounds before coming to a halt in

mansion entrances in the past,

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Opportunity to

Finished

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

decrepit church, moonbeams filtered through the leaky roof, casting a soft glow on the drifting dust particles.

through the silence shattered the

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

enveloping him in its glow.

he gazed upward to behold a

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

his brow to furrow once more.

and the narrow, penetrating eyes behind his glasses fixed on the woman wielding the whip

laughter was brief yet melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant church,

yet beneath

at?” Maria Warner demanded, her brow furrowing in consternation.

He paused, taking a moment to

breath.

feeling a tad defiant,” he eventually muttered.

ensure you yield,

her hand and cracked

jaw, veins pulsing

you an opportunity to repent today.”

her hand towards the hanging

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

seemed, and he found himself unable to stifle his laughter, even as

him a moment to regain