Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 445 Brat

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Before Isabelle could reply, the little boy sensed a shift and turned to find George’s solemn face.

Fear and confusion instantly gripped the boy.

George, usually gentle and refined, spoke with a touch of spite, “You’ll never be richer than me.”

He articulated each word in Egnaric, his tone sharp.

The boy remained silent, feeling distinctly uncomfortable.

Glancing at Isabelle on the bed, she seemed on the verge of laughter but restrained. herself.

In hindsight, George realized his pettiness was uncalled for.

Despite this, the trio continued to live harmoniously in the small house, their possessions gradually increasing over time.

The boy was naive and, thanks to that, bold. He expressed his love for Isabelle even though George was around.

Each day, he made a lengthy trek to procure Isabelle’s favorite chocolate biscuits and fresh mineral water. Then, come bedtime, he entertained her with rambling tales.

That night, George advised him to turn in early.

Realizing he’d been chatty and likely annoyed George, the boy sat up, his view only the undersides of the beds.

“Sorry,” he said. “As a kid, I’d gab away with my folks before bed, always sleeping between them.”

Turning to Isabelle, he commented, “Things would be simpler if you were a bit older.”

Isabelle quipped back, “You want to call me Mom or something?”

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as he was about to leave, his friend showed

you guys later,” the boy

“I need to get

for you,” he added before darting

left, the

his friends, the boy

of night, he hurried back, hiding the cookies in

to sharing the cookies with Isabelle later, a sense of satisfaction warming his heart.

he collided with someone, causing him to stagger backward. and plop onto the

quickly retrieved the dropped chocolate cookies, brushing off any dirt.

found himself face to face with an Ardon man dressed

man’s eyes zeroed in on the chocolate cookies in the boy’s

was affluence, but beneath

in the long night. Despite the crowded streets, only a few lights dotted the area, signaling that most had retired for the

littered with debris, and the fetid stench of urine and feces hung heavy in the

shoes, the boy made his way past each dwelling, clutching the two chocolate cookies he had bought from the market tightly in

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of his shoes slipped off, forcing him to come to a

to lose this pair of

halted, reached back with his small foot, and retrieved

weapon in the man’s hand, he squeezed his chocolate cookie tighter, feeling a

on, he dragged his shoe along the path.

shadow of the tall figure trailing alongside.

as he moved forward. Despite the occasional murmurs from nearby houses, the surroundings remained eerily quiet.

journey, he didn’t run

doggedly stayed to his right…