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.”

Her foolish subordinate came to report again. “Miss, Mr. Grady is looking for us everywhere. Should we just hand the person over to him? This person killed Mr. Grady’s son.

Miss.

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

and the others. If

bound and detained for a whole day, leaving him utterly drained

make matters worse, the weather was sweltering, and

with a

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a cup of water and approached him, offering it to his parched lips. Jim lifted his gaze to

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the water as salty as if it were

out, and I’ll kill you,” Maria warned sharply.

out

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

Jim let out a stifled groan, the pain nearly shattering his teeth before he managed to suppress any further cries

Jim to gasp for cold air, his body

give you a few whips every day. And when you’re dead, I’ll capture your two friends and whip them

left after her

enduring three days of relentless torture, Jim finally succumbed, slipping into unconsciousness.

regained consciousness, it was already noon the next

found himself lying in bed, his wounds cleaned and dressed, wearing a clean

still bound with coarse rope.

Maria, who was seated

him awake, Maria called in her subordinate at the door to give

man was rough, yanking Jim up and forcing his mouth

clean and free of salt.

was soaked, the wet shirt sticking uncomfortably to his treated