Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Fear 

“Which one? The one you’re thinking of Ferb gnashed his teeth. 

Isabelle, sculed on the sofa, was brewing tea with the principal’s fancy tea set. 

George plopped down across from her, saying, “I’m flattered you remembered me over such a trivial thing.” He grabbed the teapot from Isabelle, poured a cup, and handed it to her first. 

Accepting the tea, Isabelle was about to sip when she glanced at Magnus at the desk. She held the tea, giving him a look as if to ask if he wanted some. 

Magnus waved her off. “I’ll pass for now.” 

How Isabelle actually invited George here! When did they get so chummy? 

Isabelle took a sip and continued, “It’s only fair to thank you for the needle and the suitcase. 

But the main reason is that you guys are scared of George. 

Local business families like the Pascalls were as scared of the Harris family as they were of the King of Hell. 

A tiff with Isabelle at school? Not a good idea. Even a small spat could turn into a nightmare. If they accidentally killed her…. 

He could make their whole family regret it! 

Erin was shocked. “Dad, are you talking about that one?” 

She couldn’t believe her eyes, watching Isabelle chatting and sipping tea with the composed George. How 

on earth?! 

Isabelle, a country girl, rubbing shoulders with the Flarris family? And knowing the big boss, Mr. Harris himself? “M–Mr. Harris, I failed to teach my daughter properly and accidentally offended you. Please, forgive me… 

Ferb brought Erin before the couple, sweating bullets and shaking like a leaf. His legs were like jelly, making his whole body tremble. 

After stumbling over his words, Ferb turned to Erin, his voice stern as he ordered, “Apologise to Mr. Harris right this instant.” 

Erin was flummoxed. “But… 

Ferb snapped at her, “What are you waiting for? Say sorry to Mr. Harris!” 

Erin stammered, “M–Mr. Harris, I’m sorry.” 

George looked at Ferb with a blank expression. “No, she should apologise to Ms. Jenkins.” 

Ferb wasted no time, turning to Isabelle and bowing deeply. “Ms. Jenkins, I’m truly sorry.” 

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Chapter 133 Fear 

Erin, eyes fixed on George, felt a chill creep over her. She swallowed hard and muttered to Isabelle, “I- Isabelle, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” 

Worried that the apology wasn’t sincere enough, Ferb pushed Erin’s head down and kept apologising to Isabelle repeatedly. 

When she knew who George was, Erin almost cried, her voice quivering. 

For a moment, the office echoed with Ferb and Erin’s voices offering apologies. 

A brief silence took place.. 

George commented to Isabelle, “The tea is alright.” 

“Mm–hmm,” Isabelle said. 

The two of them chatted over tea as if they were alone in the room. 

Meanwhile, Ferb and Erin stood nervously, feeling like condemned souls awaiting judgment, fearing the 

Worst. 

The tension mounted. 

George calmly asked Isabelle, “You said the needles I gave you was mistaken for a weapon?” 

The department head next to them nearly dropped Isabelle’s acupuncture kit, but he quickly held it tightly, breaking into a nervous sweat. 

Erin was shocked. Isabelle received that from George? 

George continued, “And they pried open the luggage I got for you?” 

Erin felt like she couldn’t breathe. 

At that moment, fear drowned out any trace of jealousy in Erin’s mind, leaving her with no other thoughts. 

Ferb was on the brink of passing out. 

Just before arriving, he received a call from the Harris Group chairman’s assistant, telling him that his daughter had offended the Harris family. He nearly blacked out. 

Having taken a couple of pills earlier, he’d been pinching his philtrum the whole way there. 

Isabelle chimed in, “And don’t forget my wine; that’s the last bottle. It’s not that pricey. It’s just 3.45 million.” 

Erin was itching to object, “You’re totally ripping me off!” But she kept her mouth shut. 

“I’ll make it right, I promise,” Ferb blurted out. 

Isabelle shrugged. ‘Make it right? This wine’s a gem. A collector’s item” 

You can’t put a price on it. 

Berl felt like dronning in his knees “What do Mon