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?”

Tha hou managed

smil. “I’m off ta had Pandnight to

Firstrand

about to leave, his friend showed up, eager for another round

later,” the boy bid his friends farewell.

“I need to get them some food, or

chocolate cookies for you,” he added

he left, the sky

day with his friends, the boy

hiding the cookies in his clothes

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

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

quickly retrieved the dropped chocolate

himself face to face with an Ardon man dressed entirely in

zeroed in on the chocolate cookies

the distance, there was affluence, but beneath him

night. Despite the crowded streets, only a

alleys were littered with debris, and the fetid stench of urine and

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

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a sudden, one of his shoes slipped off, forcing him to come to a sudden stop,

to lose this pair of

and retrieved the shoe, casting at

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

on, he dragged his shoe along

behind him, the long shadow of the tall figure

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

he didn’t

shadow doggedly stayed to his