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 domain

remainder is allocated for security. guards

in the information with

could desire. Thus, even if you opt to stay

within the mansion’s grounds before coming to a halt in front

encountered fountains adorning mansion entrances in the past, but witnessing a lake was a novelty.

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

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

a whip slicing through the silence shattered the tranquilly

the centre of the church, a man was bound to a

cascaded from the roof, enveloping him

upward to behold a towering cross, a

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

agony caused his brow to furrow

narrow, penetrating eyes behind his glasses fixed on the woman

his lips. The laughter was brief yet melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant church, imparting an unusual tenderness

betrayed a calculated tenderness, yet beneath this benign exterior lurked

Maria Warner demanded, her

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

breath.

a tad defiant,” he eventually

I’ll ensure you yield,

raised her hand and cracked the whip once

veins pulsing

offering you an opportunity to repent

in her

flickering to the imposing cross before

longer he pondered it, the more ludicrous it seemed, and he found himself

a moment to regain