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

where my parents reside. The remainder is allocated for

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

equipped with all you could desire. Thus, even if

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

entrances in the

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nation, the warm breeze carried a subtle touch

filtered through the leaky roof, casting a soft glow on

whip slicing through the silence shattered the tranquilly of the room.

man was bound to a chair, his white shirt marred by bloody

from the roof, enveloping him in its

to behold a towering cross, a symbol

through the air, etching another crimson streak onto his pristine

brow to furrow once more.

moment, he regained his composure, and the narrow, penetrating eyes behind his glasses fixed

brief yet melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant church, imparting an unusual

tenderness, yet beneath this benign exterior lurked a perilous essence.

Maria Warner

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

breath.

a tad defiant,”

today, I’ll ensure you yield, Maria

and cracked the

his jaw, veins pulsing

an opportunity to repent today.”

long whip 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 a

ludicrous it seemed, and he found himself unable

him a moment to regain