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

“That one over there is where my parents reside. The remainder is allocated

with a

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

mansion’s grounds before coming

entrances in the past, but witnessing a lake was

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

filtered through the leaky roof, casting

slicing through the silence shattered the tranquilly

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

roof, enveloping him in

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

his pristine shirt, the gash stretching from his

his brow to furrow once more.

brief moment, he regained his composure, and the narrow, penetrating eyes behind his glasses fixed on the woman wielding the

brief yet melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant church, imparting an unusual tenderness

yet beneath this benign exterior lurked a perilous essence.

Warner demanded, her

immediately. He paused, taking

breath.

tad defiant,” he

today, I’ll ensure you yield,

raised her hand and cracked

veins pulsing around his

you an opportunity to repent today.”

her hand towards the hanging cross,

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

and he found himself unable to stifle his laughter,

him a moment to