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.”

for us everywhere. Should 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

Miss.

her chatty subordinate out of the

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

detained

sweltering, and

open with a resounding thud, jolting Jim awake from

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Ryan’s

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

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finding the water as salty as if it

I’ll

simply spat the water out

retrieved a whip and dipped it into the

salt–infused whip tore through his skin, opening a bloody wound. Jim let out a stifled groan, the pain nearly shattering his teeth before he managed to

Jim to gasp for cold

I’ll give you a few whips every day. And when you’re dead,

her

relentless torture, Jim

it was

his wounds cleaned and dressed, wearing a clean

and feet were still bound with coarse rope.

seated at the table, enjoying some snacks.

called in her subordinate at

yanking Jim up and forcing his mouth open to pour the water down

time, the water was clean and free of

wet shirt sticking uncomfortably