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.

his surprise, it

his mind went blank, short–circuiting

misread, he reread the

straightened, and

was her usual tone, and he understood every word.

was straightforward, so direct that it made him felt awkward in

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sounded like something she would say, but could it be

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

his phone

looked quite

clothes and strode out of the building. Then,

calm expression as she sat in the driver’s

was about to blurt it out but swallowed the words just in time.

he couldn’t suppress the urge to be intimate with the girl he liked. Without

first and

was a mistake. At most, he’d get a cold stare, which he

already thought about

bit like he was seizing

With this mentality, he was impatient, diving in quickly and deepening the

clutching his suit,

if she were grasping more than

wasn’t a mistake?

reaction gave him

movements, one hand cradling her head, fingers threading through her soft hair, the other

of their intimate connection. For both of them, this seemed the best

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

more times, only then did he end

hand was back on the steering wheel. Except for a slight flush

composed demeanour was coupled

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