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.

a mansion area. It was the domain of the Harris family.

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

with

Thus, even if you opt to stay indoors for the summer break, you won’t find yourself

grounds before

the past, but witnessing a lake was

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a subtle touch of coolness, prompting people to venture outdoors.

church, moonbeams filtered through the leaky roof, casting a soft glow

the silence shattered the

the church, a man was bound to a chair, his white shirt marred by bloody welts–a harrowing spectacle.

roof, enveloping

blood and constrained by ropes, he gazed upward to behold a towering cross, a symbol of faith

another crimson streak onto his pristine shirt, the gash

brow to

penetrating eyes behind his glasses fixed on the woman wielding the whip

a soft chuckle escaped his lips. The laughter was brief yet melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant church, imparting

yet beneath this benign exterior

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

torment, didn’t reply immediately. He

breath.

defiant,”

I’ll ensure you yield,

raised her hand and cracked the

his jaw, veins pulsing

an opportunity

in her

and muttered a curse under his breath, his gaze flickering to

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

him a moment to regain