Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 305

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There’s witness all around us! 

“I got my horizons expanded thanks to Ms. Jenkins,” said George. 

“Don’t put this all on me,” said Isabelle. 

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All she aimed for was to inject some thrill into his mundane existence, to unveil a world of excitement he’d never known. Yet, fate had its own plans. 

Dylan, grasping the bag of cash, hastened his steps, questioning. “What’s the next move with this bundle?” He couldn’t shake off the feeling that the money was searing through his palms, urging him to find a swift 

solution. 

George’s response came swift and simple, “Consider it an unexpected windfall for you.” 

Dylan’s eyes were the size of saucepans. He held the money bag as tightly as he could, and the concern on his face was replaced by a simper. “All hail Mr. George. All hail Ms. Jenkins.” 

Look at all this money! I love working for Mr. George! 

“Woof!” 

Dylan cast an affectionate glance at Jack, finding the canine utterly endearing as they made their way to at nearby restaurant. 

Securing a table by the window, George settled everyone in their seats before announcing, “I’ll just pop across the street to grab something. Won’t be long.” With that, he swiftly exited the eatery. 

Isabelle couldn’t help but wonder, Why didn’t he just ask Dylan to fetch it over the phone? 

On the other side of the street lay a quaint cake shop, where George selected the most lavish and visually appealing cake available. 

Emerging from the store with the cake in hand, George was suddenly surrounded by a fleet of luxury cars, their occupants brandishing a dozen ominous gun barrels. 

Meanwhile, inside the restaurant, Jack remained poised on the floor, his tongue lolling out as he gazed intelligently at Isabelle, occasionally emitting a playful noise to remind her of his presence. 

Across the street, Jack caught sight of the commotion unfolding at the cake shop. Observing George being escorted away, it stood briefly, then nonchalantly resumed its spot on the ground, its focus returning to Isabelle. 

There was no urgency in its demeanour, no inclination to alert Isabelle of the unfolding events. 

In truth, it seemed rather indifferent to George’s predicament, even displaying a hint of satisfaction. 

Meanwhile, Dylan remained seated in the car, contentedly tallying his newfound wealth. 

In the midst of it all, George found himself the victim of a brazen abduction. 

The swift and audacious manner in which it was executed hinted at the involvement of the casino’s 

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Before long, the vehicle whisked George away to an opulent private estate. 

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Under the menacing gaze of the gun–wielding captors, George was escorted to the opulent castle, each step fraught with tension. 

Within the castle’s regal halls stood its ostentatious owner, an embodiment of nobility reminiscent of a medieval lord. 

The castle’s owner was also the real owner of the casino. 

Accompanying him was the disgruntled manager ousted from the casino, his fury palpable, fingers itching to inflict harm. 

With malice burning in his eyes, the manager seized a firearm, aiming to maim George in a fit of 

Vengeance. 

However, the castle’s owner intervened, preventing further escalation with a commanding voice. 

Beside him stood his daughter, incensed by the news of the casino’s downfall at the hands of the Ardon duo. Determined to mete out punishment, she envisioned parading the perpetrators through town, bound to her carriage, as a lesson in humility. 

Upon laying eyes on George, the woman stood transfixed, her astonishment evident. 

The castle owner, a prominent figure in the region, exuded shrewdness and discernment. 

Observing George’s imposing demeanour and striking presence, he refrained from hasty action, recognising him as no ordinary individual. 

Cautious by nature, particularly concerning Ardons, the castle owner harboured deep–seated animosity and trepidation towards them. 

Having endured the rule of a formidable half–Ardon Duke for years, their community bore a profound grudge and apprehension towards those of Ardon descent. Though desiring George’s demise, they hesitated to act rashly. 

Addressing George, the castle owner inquired, “Did you wreak havoc in my casino? What name do you go by?” 

George seized the opportunity to speak, bypassing formal introductions with a direct assertion, “I hail from the Duke’s estate. 

Even in captivity, his phone buzzed twice, signalling Isabelle’s attempts to reach him–an urgent connection he yearned to establish/ 

His statement reverberated within the room, prompting a reaction from all 

present. 

The vengeful casino manager interjected, cautioning, “My Lord, do not be swayed by his words. Ardons are adept deceivers. I advise we get rid of him.” 

Dismissing the manager’s suggestion, the castle owner asked, “Do you have any proof?”