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.

mansion area. It was the domain of the Harris family.

is allocated for security. guards and servants, while

silent, taking in the information with a mix of astonishment and contemplation.

you could desire. Thus, even if you opt to stay indoors for

the artificial lake within the mansion’s grounds before coming

in the

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breeze carried a subtle

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

of a whip slicing through the silence shattered the

a chair, his white shirt

the roof, enveloping him in

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

streak onto his pristine shirt, the

brow to furrow once more.

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

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

tenderness, yet

you laughing at?” Maria Warner

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

breath.

a tad defiant,”

I’ll ensure you yield, Maria declared.

and cracked

his jaw, veins pulsing around

you an opportunity to repent

directed the long whip in her hand towards the hanging

breath, his gaze flickering to the

and he found himself

took him a moment to regain