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.

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

taking in the information with a mix

desire. Thus, even if you opt to stay indoors

meandered around the artificial lake within the mansion’s grounds

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

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Opportunity

Finished

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

leaky roof, casting a

sound of a whip slicing through the silence shattered the

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

roof, enveloping him in its glow.

constrained by ropes, he gazed upward to behold a

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

brow to furrow once

he regained his composure, and the narrow, penetrating eyes

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

yet beneath this benign exterior

laughing at?” Maria Warner

reply immediately. He paused,

breath.

tad defiant,” he eventually muttered.

you yield, Maria declared.

and cracked the whip once more.

veins pulsing around his

offering you an opportunity

in her hand towards the hanging cross,

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

he found himself unable

took him a moment