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?”

resentment towards him for

acknowledged,

her even tighter.

outside

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

next moment, Cuatro burst into the room energetically.

“Don’t go

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Jack and White Owl,

dog into the

up. Dylan gasped, “D’mmit!”

was so scared that he almost fell to his knees.

Jack stopped at the

hair stood on end. Forget the dog; he

terrified look. They blocked his escape route

“Hey!”

a

pull the door handle, knocking frantically but

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

he

didn’t dare look back, feeling that today might be his last. Sliding down the door, he sat on the ground, head

Why me again!

in tears.

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

“Woof!”

stared curiously at him, wagging his tail. It was puzzled why

there, playing dead.

not open his eyes as he begged weakly, “Don’t kill me.”

“Move over.”

could feel that George was