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.

wasn’t merely a mansion area. It

parents reside. The remainder is allocated for security. guards

with a mix of astonishment

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

mansion’s grounds before coming to a halt

the

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carried a subtle

church, moonbeams filtered through the leaky roof, casting a

sharp sound of a whip slicing through the silence shattered the tranquilly of the room.

a chair, his white shirt marred

cascaded from the roof, enveloping him

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

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

his brow to furrow once more.

eyes behind his glasses fixed on the woman wielding the

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

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

Warner demanded, her brow

He paused, taking a moment to steady his

breath.

tad defiant,” he eventually muttered.

today, I’ll ensure you yield, Maria

raised her hand and cracked the whip once

clenched his jaw, veins pulsing around his neck.

an opportunity to

long whip in her hand towards the

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

himself unable to stifle his laughter, even as Maria

him a moment to