Resurrecting the Genis

Chapter 412 George’s Contact

Your new car?

Poor Tony was puzzled.

Firmhed

Tony exclaimed, I’m asking for my stuff back, you thief! If you don’t return it, don’t blame me for being ruder

Isabelle was about to enter the elevator. Tony reached out to grab her shoulder, but she dodged as if she had eyes in the back of her head.

With a swift side step, Isabelle evaded his hand and delivered a kick. She didn’t use her full strength, but it was enough to make Tony’s eyes bulge out as he clutched his stomach, slowly kneeling to the ground.

Isabelle stood in the elevator and demanded, “You can return my car, or I’ll take one of your buddy’s hands

Tony writhed in pain on the floor. He grumbled, “With such a vicious temper, you’ll never find a boyfriend!

Tony stormed out of the hotel, intending to steal his car back. After searching the area, he couldn’t find it

Frustrated, he was about to return to the hotel to confront Isabelle.

He was receiving a phone call at the time.

When he saw the caller ID, Tony’s lazy, rebellious attitude instantly vanished.

He answered the call.

The person on the other line mentioned his boss’s name and a request for explosives.

Tony almost immediately stood at attention. Lowering his voice, he respectfully said, “Ms. Jenkins, right?”

The temperature dropped quickly, and by evening, it was quite cold.

Near the boxing arena, there was a small tavern. Tony sat by the window, waiting for someone. Outside, he saw Isabelle arrive in her ‘new car.

Tony touched the injury on his face.

quite connected with

to attend to and had no time to reclaim his car. To his

Their eyes met.

thought, so this is my

the phone, Isabelle recognised his voice but wasn’t

sure.

412 George’s Contact

other

This thought boom,

in a

had taken a liking to

him feel particularly charming, and he

had business

said to the girl sitting across from him, “I don’t have time to discuss the car or medical expenses now, but

replied, “Where’s my stuff?”

confused. “What do you mean?”

said, “My last name

Sitting up straight, he stared at

started to grow

in perfect Cheshian, “Are you

“You speak Cheshian?”

nodded stupidly, “Yes,

“Where’s my

at his feet towards Isabelle.

opened the suitcase slightly and peeked

“You’re so young…

at him.

you’d

what to say.

didn’t expect you

you handle George’s business here?”

briefly but decided to tell the truth, “No, I

asked,

out

clarified, “The guy who stole your car isn’t one of ours. The car team is just a cover

return your

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