Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 345 Ryan’s Father

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Maria’s face contorted with displeasure as she gazed disapprovingly at Jim, seated nearby. She instructed her subordinates, “You both, take him away for me.”

Jim was led out of the church.

As the initial rays of morning light seeped into the space, he slowly came to his senses, his arms tingling from the prolonged binding.

His injuries and attire were fused together by the dried blood, causing every motion to elicit intense, stabbing agony.

Observing the shabby room where he was held captive, Jim’s contemplations were abruptly halted by the grating sound of the door’s movement.

Advancing towards him with a loaf of bread, Maria mocked, “Are you feeling hungry? Please be with me. Should your begging meet my standards, I may consider granting you bread.”

Jim disregarded her entirely.

Frustrated by being ignored, Maria grabbed Jim’s face and forcefully stuffed the bread into his mouth.

Seeing it wouldn’t go in, she squeezed his cheeks even harder, trying to force his mouth open.

The bread crumbled, but she couldn’t get it into his mouth.

Maria, infuriated, forcefully threw the bread she was holding onto the ground, then ruthlessly stomped on it with her fool

“I want to see how many days you can starve!”

In a fit of anger, she stormed out of the room and ordered her subordinates at the door, “Don’t give him any food, and don’t give him any water to drink.”

hand the person over to him? This person killed Mr. Grady’s son. He won’t rest until he personally avenges his son’s death. This person

Miss.

marched forward and kicked her chatty subordinate out of the door. “Who gave you

go and keep an eye on Uncle Grady and the others. If they come looking for us, I’ll kill you!”

food and water as orilered, Jim was bound and detained for a whole day, leaving

make matters worse, the weather was sweltering, and his wounds began to fester and inflame.

with a resounding thud, jolting Jim awake from

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Ryan’s

parched lips. Jim lifted his

Finished

water

spit it out, and I’ll kill you,” Maria

her threats, Jim simply spat the water out in one go,

She retrieved a whip and dipped it into the salty water before delivering a harsh lash

a stifled groan, the pain nearly

wounds, causing Jim to gasp for cold air,

addressed him sternly, “From today onwards, I’ll give you a few whips every day. And when you’re dead, I’ll capture your two

after her

of relentless torture,

was already noon the

lying in bed, his wounds cleaned

still bound with coarse

upon Maria, who was seated at the table, enjoying some

Maria called in her subordinate at the door

Jim up and forcing his mouth open to pour the

clean

soaked, the wet shirt sticking uncomfortably to his treated