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.”

we just 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 has

Miss.

marched forward and kicked her chatty subordinate out of the door. “Who gave you the authority to lecture me?

Grady and the others. If they come looking for us,

Jim was bound and detained for a whole day, leaving him utterly

weather was sweltering, and his wounds began to fester and inflame.

once more, kicking the door open with a resounding thud, jolting

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a cup of water and approached him, offering it to his parched

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lips and took a sip, finding the water as salty as if

out, and I’ll

the water out in one go, his

dipped it into the salty water before

opening a bloody wound. Jim let out a stifled groan, the pain nearly shattering his teeth before he managed to suppress

wounds, causing Jim to gasp for cold

whips, then 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 friends and whip

her stern

three days of relentless torture,

consciousness, it was

his wounds

and feet were still

who was seated at the

subordinate at the

Jim up and forcing his mouth open to pour

was clean and

shirt sticking uncomfortably to