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 overboard at this

smiled and acknowledged, “Yes,

hugged her

outside the

approaching. George didn’t let go.

next moment, Cuatro burst into the room

“Don’t go

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and White Owl,

into the boxing room.

looked up. Dylan

so scared that he almost fell to

Owl and Jack stopped at the door.

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

people at the door noticed his terrified look. They blocked his escape route and closed the door with a blank face.

“Hey!”

showed a

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

a joke; someone could die. Dylan was frantic. He wished he could squeeze through the gap under the door.

against the door, he pleaded, “Jack! Save

dare look 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!

was in

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

“Woof!”

tail. It was puzzled why Dylan was pressing

kneeled there, playing dead.

jump. Dylan dared not open his eyes as he begged weakly, “Don’t kill

“Move over.”

George was very close.