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.

area. It was the domain of the Harris

The remainder is allocated for security. guards and

taking in the information with a

“The house is rather spacious, equipped with all you could desire. Thus, even if you opt to

grounds

adorning mansion entrances in the past, but witnessing

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An Opportunity

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

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

a whip slicing through the silence shattered the tranquilly of the

of the church, a man was bound to a chair,

enveloping him in its glow.

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

whip sliced through the air, etching another crimson streak onto his pristine shirt, the

agony caused his brow to furrow once

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

escaped his lips. The laughter was brief yet melodic, reverberating through

scholarly eyes unwittingly betrayed a calculated tenderness, yet beneath this benign exterior

at?” Maria Warner demanded, her brow furrowing

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

breath.

feeling a tad defiant,”

you yield, Maria declared.

her hand and cracked the whip

jaw, veins pulsing around his

you an opportunity to repent today.”

her hand towards the

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

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

him a moment to regain his