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.

wasn’t merely a mansion area. It was the domain of the Harris family.

remainder is allocated for security. guards and servants, while our living quarters are situated

with a

if you opt to stay indoors for the summer break, you

grounds before coming to a halt in

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

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Opportunity to

Finished

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

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

sound of a whip slicing through the silence shattered the tranquilly of the room.

bound to a chair, his white shirt marred by bloody welts–a

the roof, enveloping him in its glow.

by ropes, he gazed upward to behold

his pristine shirt, the gash stretching from his neck

brow

regained his composure, and the narrow, penetrating eyes

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

calculated tenderness, yet beneath

are you laughing at?” Maria Warner demanded, her brow furrowing

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

breath.

a tad defiant,” he eventually muttered.

you

her hand and cracked the

his jaw, veins pulsing

an opportunity to repent

long whip in her hand towards the hanging cross,

his gaze flickering to the imposing cross before him. “Repent?” he

the more ludicrous it seemed, and he found himself unable to stifle his laughter, even

moment to regain