Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 373 Blatant Lie

Isabelle’s eyelashes fluttered.

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He tightened his arms around her, holding her close, his chin resting on her frail shoulder, breathing in her familiar scent.

His breath was uneven as he asked contentedly. “Is this your way to comfort me for the entire month?”

Isabelle, still thinking clearly, wondered. What does he mean?

Is this man feeling aggrieved?

George had sent Ethan to the exam, stayed at a hotel, and waited outside the school for two and a half days. He took care of Ethan, taught him computer skills, and even gave him a gift for the college entrance exam. Whether it was Ethan, Jack, White Owl, or Cuatro, he had looked at them from every aspect.

Isabelle hadn’t expected him to bring everyone to his mansion.

He even handled her homework.

This man had a lot of company affairs to take care of, but even so, he still ensured Ethan and the others‘ safety. He barely left for a business trip that month.

He had been really good at protecting everyone.

Despite having serious matters to attend to, Isabelle was far more relaxed compared to George, who took on so much responsibility.

Isabelle felt like she had been having fun for over a month.

While she was rescuing Jim, George must have been anxious and worried.

During her time at Melfrey, their contact was minimal. Perhaps he was jealous of Yves.

Isabelle thought it through and realised he indeed had a tough and unfair time.

So his recent moodiness was due to emotions getting the better of him? It was understandable.

Adjusting her breath, Isabelle asked, “Did I manage to comfort you?”

couldn’t harbour resentment towards him for going

acknowledged, “Yes, you did.”

hugged her even tighter.

echoed outside the room.

approaching. George didn’t let go. Isabelle reminded him, “Someone’s

Cuatro burst into the room energetically.

“Don’t go

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after the dog, followed by Jack and White Owl, unaware that Isabelle was

the dog into the boxing room.

looked up.

that he almost fell to his knees.

“White Owl and Jack stopped at the

murderous glare from his boss, Dylan’s hair stood on end. Forget the dog; he wished he could blind

his terrified look. They blocked his escape route

“Hey!”

His face showed a fleeting

rushed over to pull the door handle, knocking frantically but daring not

could die. Dylan was frantic. He wished he could squeeze through the gap under the

the door, he

back, feeling that today might be his last. Sliding down the door, he sat on the ground, head against the door, trying to minimise his presence.

Why me again!

in tears.

the dog? Why did I have to run so fast? If I could go back to five minutes ago, I would have chopped

“Woof!”

curiously at him, wagging his tail. It was puzzled why Dylan was pressing against the door in

kneeled there, playing

on his shoulder made him jump. Dylan dared not open his eyes as he

said, “Move

feel that George was