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

message, his mind went blank, short–circuiting for a rare

he must have misread, he reread the message, one word

body instinctively straightened, and

her usual tone, and he

made him felt awkward in front of his subordinates.

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would say, but could it be a

spoke to Sam, seated to his left, without

phone

quite

his clothes and

and sat down. Isabelle wore a calm expression as she sat in

it out but swallowed the words just

suppress the urge to be intimate with the girl he liked.

to kiss first and deal with the consequences

blame if it was a mistake. At most, he’d get a cold stare, which he could accept.

thought

he was seizing an

entirely on his ability. With this mentality,

her hand clutching his suit, felt like a silent

as if she were grasping more than just his clothes.

wasn’t a mistake?

reaction gave him

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

fully immersed himself in the moment, feeling every bit of their intimate connection. For both of them, this seemed the best way to

didn’t pull away immediately, but

a few more times, only then did he end the kiss.

face away. Her hand was back on the steering wheel. Except for a slight flush and uneven breathing, she was as calm as ever.

demeanour was coupled with those

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