Resurrecting the Genius Within

O

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

added, “That one over there is where my parents reside. The remainder is allocated for security.

taking in the information with a mix

equipped with all you could desire. Thus, even if

within the mansion’s grounds before coming

in the past, but witnessing a lake was

1/3

Opportunity

Finished

the entire nation, the warm breeze carried a

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

slicing through the silence shattered the tranquilly of the

man was bound to a chair, his white shirt marred by

enveloping him

upward to behold a towering cross, a symbol of faith and

onto his pristine shirt, the gash stretching from his

brow

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

reverberating through the expansive, vacant church, imparting an unusual tenderness and

betrayed a calculated tenderness, yet beneath this benign exterior lurked a perilous essence.

at?” Maria Warner

reply immediately. He paused, taking a moment

breath.

a tad defiant,” he eventually muttered.

you yield, Maria declared.

and cracked

clenched his jaw, veins pulsing around

you an opportunity to

the long whip in her hand towards

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

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

took him a moment to regain his composure.