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.

area. It was

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

silent, taking in the information with

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

the artificial lake within the mansion’s grounds before coming to a halt

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

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nation, the warm breeze carried a

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

a whip slicing through the silence

a man was bound to a chair,

roof, enveloping him in

ropes, he gazed upward to behold a towering

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

his brow to furrow once

penetrating eyes behind his glasses fixed on the

brief yet melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant

betrayed a calculated tenderness, yet beneath this benign exterior lurked a

are you laughing at?” Maria Warner

He paused, taking a moment

breath.

tad defiant,”

ensure you yield,

hand and cracked the whip once

clenched his jaw, veins pulsing around

an opportunity to

in her hand towards the hanging

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

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

him a moment to regain