Resurrecting the Genius Within

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Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 347 A Woman’s Tears are Deceptive.

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Jim was surprised, thinking he might have misinterpreted what he saw, and felt compelled to stoop down for a closer inspection of Maria.

Was she genuinely frightened to the point of tears?

He hadn’t grasped that she was easily frightened.

Jim wasn’t accustomed to causing distress to young girls until they cried. Witnessing her tears, he was determined not to delay any further and prepared to seize her as a hostage, make a swift escape, and then assess the situation.

He extended his hand to remove her from the bed, yet before he could act, Maria, who had been crying moments earlier, abruptly leapt up and seized his arm, thrusting him back onto the bed.

Oh no, I was tricked.

A woman’s tears are undeniably deceptive.

Jim had no intention of harming her, so he skillfully evaded the dagger she wielded.

Injured and experiencing pain with each movement, he found himself overpowered by Maria’s remaining skills, pinned down on the bed by her.

“Ouch!” he gasped in discomfort.

This cunning girl dared to seize his injury.

Maria positioned herself astride Jim, kneeling on his arms with her legs, and then mercilessly clasped his neck with both hands.

Jim bore whip marks on his neck, and this grasp inflicted genuine pain.

Her subordinates outside heard the disturbance and hurried in. “What happened, Miss?”

Jim found himself being tied up once more.

reflect. Villains meet their demise due to excessive chatter. Fortunately, I wasn’t one, or else I would

Jim, wielding a whip.

be blind? I’ll

the whip, splitting his

Jim, she suddenly felt bored and

Jim and was struck by

“Go fetch some women for

pang of unease

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of perfumes nearly suffocating.

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tossed it to the women, directing them to

and simply regarded the situation as a bit of unconventional

they were eager

around, encircling Jim in the chair.

eliciting

wounds.

the chair with his legs securely fastened, Jim found

Maria, who observed with arms

me

couldn’t tolerate this sort of indulgence.

masking a malicious intent.

his teeth.

exposing a

neck with her arms, her whisper carrying a sweet

eyes, steadfastly averting his gaze

his lap, endeavouring to loosen his belt, while yet another leaned

crimson lips of the women, and implored, “Please,

“So you’re surrendering?”

and said,

if you plead, it

felt a surge of anger

vowed to settle the score this very