Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 408 Teasing Mr George

The previous system George had installed was just a toy for children. With a few tweaks, Isabelle had upgraded it several levels, making it semi–autonomous.

“D*mmit!” Isabelle cursed under her breath.

The drone accurately flew back to the trunk. Watching the flames burning in the mountains, Isabelle confirmed the trial was successful.

She drove away.

As soon as Isabelle got home, George called.

Clearly, he had listed her as the prime suspect.

Hearing George’s voice and recalling the robot calling her wife with George’s voice, Isabelle’s expression grew complicated.

George asked if she was responsible for the explosion.

Grumpily, Isabelle snapped, “What does that have to do with me?”

She hung up the phone.

It wasn’t George’s fault, but he had to bear the brunt of her frustration.

He held his phone and remembered what Dylan had said about girls: their moods are unpredictable.

The next day, at the Harris Group headquarters.

George was in a meeting when a message came through on his phone.

The rule was to turn off phones during meetings, and their strict chairman always led by example.

But lately, George has been messaging and even taking calls in the middle of meetings.

George reached for his phone on the table.

He didn’t really expect the message to come from Isabelle, given how bad her mood had been last night and how he had innocently taken the blame.

it was from Isabelle.

George read the message, his mind went

the message, one

body instinctively straightened, and his

tone, and he understood every

direct that it made him felt awkward in front of his subordinates.

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like something she would say, but could it be a

to Sam, seated to his left, without showing any emotion on his face, “You lead the meeting

grabbed his phone and

looked quite

out of the elevator. He adjusted his clothes and strode

and sat down. Isabelle wore a calm expression as she sat in the driver’s seat. He

it out but swallowed the words just

he couldn’t suppress the urge to be intimate with the girl he liked. Without warning, he cupped her

first and deal with the consequences later.

mistake. At most, he’d get

thought about

like he was seizing an unexpected windfall.

he could collect depended entirely on his ability. With this mentality, he was impatient, diving in quickly and deepening

with her hand clutching his suit, felt like a

were grasping more than

wasn’t

gave him

head, fingers threading through her soft hair, the other

of their intimate connection.

rested against her warm cheek. He didn’t pull away immediately, but

more

face away. Her hand was back on the steering wheel. Except for a slight flush and uneven breathing, she was as calm as ever. She commanded, “You can go back up now.”

composed demeanour was coupled with those

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