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.

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

my parents reside. The remainder is allocated for security. guards and servants, while

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

could desire. Thus, even if

lake within the mansion’s grounds before coming to a

fountains adorning mansion entrances in the past, but

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a subtle touch of coolness, prompting people to

decrepit church, moonbeams filtered through the leaky roof, casting

sharp sound of a whip slicing through the silence shattered

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

roof, enveloping him

upward to behold a

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

caused his brow to furrow once

eyes behind his

melodic, reverberating through the expansive, vacant church,

tenderness, yet beneath

laughing at?” Maria Warner demanded, her

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

breath.

tad defiant,” he

you yield,

her hand and cracked the whip once more.

jaw, veins pulsing around his

offering you an opportunity

whip in her hand towards

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

found himself unable to stifle his laughter, even as Maria glared at him with fury.

a moment