Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 57 It's My First TI'm Not Used to It The following morning.

Dylan knocked on George's door, just about to speak, when George raised his hand to stop him, leaving Dylan puzzled.

The next moment, a figure emerged from the bedroom, casually strolling past him as if he wasn't there.

Dylan watched as Isabelle, yawning and with slightly dishevelled hair, clearly just out of bed, walked past him. His face was a picture of shock.

He stood there, dumbfounded, as Isabelle glanced at him coldly, her face showing clear annoyance at being woken up.

Dylan shivered involuntarily.

Having been by George's side for so long, he had witnessed all sorts of situations and had long since developed a poker face. Moreover, he was a person who remained calm on the surface, no matter how excited he was inside.

Until this moment.

"She, she Dylan's hand pointed uncontrollably at Isabelle behind George, his entire being in a state of chaos.

George ignored him and instead turned to Isabelle, who was sitting casually on the sofa, one hand supporting her head as she looked out the window, treating this place as her own home. He asked with concern. "Miss Jenkins, did you sleep well last night?" Leaving Dylan alone in his confusion.

Isabelle looked at him, her eyes landing on his handsand composed face. Feeling pleased by the sight that met her eyes, she graciously smiled.

"Not bad. How about you, Mr. Harris? It must have been uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa, right? Could you even turn over?" Last night, George had given up the bed and chosen to sleep on the sofa. Isabelle was quite surprised. The esteemed Mr. George of the Harris family, who must have been pampered since childhood, had never suffered such an indignity. Yet he was willing to humble himself in such a way.

ing on the sofa??? Dylan's eyes bulged out, almost screaming out loud. He looked at his boss in disbelief, one hand clutching his heart.

This was too much for him to handle first thing in the morning.

George rubbed his forehead, thinking. This girl doesn't care about saving my face in front of my subordinates. Fortunately, Dylan remained silent..

"It's my first time. Indeed, I'm not used to it." 1/4 Chapter 57 it's My First TI'm Not teed to "That must have been hard for you, Mr. Harris." "You're too kind. I'm a grown man. I'm not that delicate. As long as you slept well. But..." George changed the subject. "Miss Jenkins, you gavequite a scare when you suddenly got up in the middle of the night. I thought you were joking when you said you sleepwalk.

Isabelle responded without changing her expression, "Did I scare you, Mr. Harris? I'm really sorry." George shook his head slightly to indicate it was nothing.

Isabelle asked, "I didn't do anything inappropriate, did I?" George's thoughts were pulled back to that moment-Isabelle had quietly returned to the room not long after she left.

But she didn't go straight to bed. Instead, she cto the sofa, squatted down, and looked at him.

Lying on the sofa, George could feel Isabelle's gaze on his face and her breath close at hand.

Her breathing was steady and subtle, so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, making George unsure whether she was really sleepwalking or if she was just pretending because of her martial arts training He didn't believe her sleepwalking claim.

Isabelle just stared at him and didn't do anything else. After a while, she returned to the bed.

Then George opened his eyes. He had excellent hearing, but he couldn't tell whether Isabelle had left the room after she left the bedroom, or if she had just stayed in the living room for a while.

George responded without changing his expression, "No." Isabelle smiled. "That's good. Otherwise, it would have been awkward." George asked, "Would you like to have breakfast in the room or go to the dining room?" "I'm fine with either." "Then let's go to the dining room." Isabelle looked at George with a fleeting, unreadable expression in her eyes, then she stood up. "Wait for me. I'm going to brush my teeth." belle entered the bedroom, the warmth on George's face disappeared in an instant.

Dylan was still in a state of shock when he heard his boss suddenly ask, “What's the matter with your knocking on the door so early in the morning?" "Huh?" Dylan was still in shock. When he recovered, he quickly lowered his voice and said, "Mr. George, we've found out the identities of those people. They're from the Hurricane." "Where are they?" George asked.

"They're still in the hotel, they've checked in. There are about twenty of them, they've booked a room and are staying downstairs, probably because of us. They didn't make a move last night." 2/4 Chapter 57 It's My First TI'm Not Used to It Dylan was puzzled. “Hurricane is a formidable force in the entire Melfrey, why would they target an ordinary person like Miss Jenkins? Do they have skind of grudge? But how could a young girl like Miss Jenkins provoke a mercenary corps?" Although Melfrey was chaotic and women were rarely seen, it was unlikely that Isabelle's beauty would attract such a large-scale operation from Hurricane.

Besides, if it was really about a trivial matter of men and women, she would have encountered it the moment she stepped into Melfrey. How could she have strolled around the duel tournament arena and still be safe and sound? An ordinary person? George didn't think so.

Dylan looked at the pensive George, his curiosity couldn't be suppressed. He gathered his courage and cautiously probed, "Mr. George, she and you, you and her... last night...

Dylan was eager to know why Isabelle, who should have been sleeping in the next room, appeared there. And why does Mr. George, who should have been sleeping on a soft bed, end up on the sofa? George asked, "Did you hear any noise last night?" Dylan immediately put on a serious face. "No, the soundproofing in this hotel is excellent. We didn't hear anything George frowned, and turned his head to look at Dylan, whose face was full of curiosity. His voice suddenly becstern, and his demeanour turned slightly cold. "I'm asking about the people from Hurricane." Dylan was startled, coughing in fright. "No, no. They wouldn't dare act recklessly." Facing George's piercing gaze, Dylan didn't dare to breathe, but his mind raced with hidden thoughts. Was Mr. George intentionally avoiding the subject? Was! Something's amiss. There was a peculiar situation! A man and a woman are alone in a room. Mr. George had been celibate for so many years, and Miss Jenkins, who said she was sleepwalking last night? Dylan didn't believe that nothing had occurred.

age difference is a bit too much.

Atier Isabelle finished freshening up, a group of people took the elevator to the eighth-floor restaurant for breakfast.

Upon entering the restaurant, Isabelle sensed that something was of

Almost all of the guests staying here were mercenaries who had cto participate in the fightingtournament There wasn't a single person in the restaurant who appeared to be an ordinary individual, and the Hurricane group was among them.

George and his companions, dressed in suits and distinct from the others, were already drawing attention. Not to mention the presence of a young girl in her late teens within their group. 3/4 84%1 Chapter 57 It's My First TI'm Not Used to it As soon as they arrived, they naturally becthe centre of attention.

Especially the Hurricane group, their eyes filled with murderous intent closely following Isabelle, their knives and forks cutting their food one by one. Dylan noticed the people from Hurricane and whispered to remind George, 'Mr. George." However, the latter ignored him and led Isabelle to a seat by the window.

"Miss Jenkins, what would you like to eat?" George politely handed the menu to Isabelle.

Isabelle randomly ordered sdishes, The meal arrived promptly.

George said, "Miss Jenkins, please, don't hesitate." I'm lucky to run into Mr. Harris here." Isabelle began eating without a second thought.

George smiled. T'm also lucky to cacross an acquaintance while I'm out." The two conversed while eating, appearing quite content. If one didn't know about the age difference, they would think they were a family.

EXT As they were conversing, George suddenly asked, “Miss Jenkins, it seems they recognise you. Are they friends? Would you like to greet them?" X Following George's gaze, Isabelle looked at the Hurricane Mercenary Corps group.

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