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.”

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 person has powerful backing, and Master Warner doesn’t want to antagonise his family. If you

Miss.

of the door. “Who gave you the authority

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

bound and detained for a whole day, leaving him utterly

sweltering, and his wounds began

Maria returned once more, kicking the door open with a resounding

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and approached him, offering it to his parched lips.

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

out, and I’ll kill you,” Maria

out

a whip and dipped it into the salty water before delivering

groan, the pain nearly shattering his teeth before he managed to

saltwater stung at his wounds, causing Jim to

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

left after her stern

of relentless torture, Jim

consciousness, it was already noon

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

hands and feet were still bound with coarse

seated at the

in her subordinate at the

forcing his mouth open to pour the water down his

was clean and free of

was soaked, the wet shirt