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.

a mansion area. It was

added, “That one over there is where my parents reside. The remainder is allocated for security. guards and servants, while

the information with a mix of astonishment and contemplation.

Thus, even if you

car meandered around the artificial lake within the mansion’s grounds before coming to a halt in front of

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

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carried a subtle touch of coolness, prompting people to venture outdoors.

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

slicing through the silence shattered the tranquilly of the

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

roof, enveloping him in

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

streak onto his

caused his brow to furrow once

composure, and the narrow, penetrating eyes behind

his lips. The laughter was brief yet melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant church, imparting an unusual tenderness and charm to those within

tenderness, yet beneath this benign exterior lurked a

are you laughing at?” Maria Warner demanded, her brow furrowing

didn’t reply immediately. He paused, taking a

breath.

tad defiant,” he

ensure you yield,

hand and cracked the whip once

jaw, veins pulsing

opportunity

whip in her hand

his breath, his gaze flickering to the imposing cross before him.

he pondered it, the more ludicrous it seemed, and he found himself unable to stifle his laughter, even as Maria glared at him with fury.

took him a moment to regain his composure.