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Chapter 300

    Chapter 300 Unexpected Assignments.


    “Just go ahead and do it,” Isabelle urged.


    There’s no need to turn down free help.


    George fetched theputer and started putting together a presentation for Isabelle.


    Finished


    Isabelle sat close, absorbing the rhythmic sound of the keyboard, and casually asked, “What did you major in at college?”


    George replied, “I focused on Economics and also studiedw.”


    “Did you put in the effort?” Isabelle inquired.


    “I finished my studies in those areas when I was fifteen. During my time at Taragon University. I only attended sses a few days per month, George responded.


    “I suspected as much, Isabelle remarked..


    George remarked, “You were certainly more diligent than I was.”


    Isabelle yfully chided, “Hush.”


    The steady sound of the keyboard persisted as Isabellemented, “After all these years <b>since </b>graduation, have <b>you </b>ever pondered the day when you’d be doing assignments for freshmen?”


    George replied, “During my four years in college, apart from a graduation thesis, I rarely had any assignments. It’s rather intriguing to be experiencing it now,”


    The counselor messaged again, asking about her return to school and thepletion of the assignments.


    George replied on her behalf.


    “If the counselor knew it <b>was </b>you on the other end of the phone, I wonder how they would react. ‘Mr. George, doing assignments?” Isabelle mused.


    These two terms are unlikely to be linked.


    “What’s so amusing?” George inquired.


    “It’s rather entertaining, Isabelle replied with a grin.Content is ? by N?velDrama.Org.


    The maid arrived to help her with bathing, assigned the straightforward task of fetching clothes and water, and then waited outside the door for further instructions<b>.</b>


    Meanwhile, George stayed in the living room, continuing to aid her with the tasks.


    Dn messaged George, asking him to start a video conference since the meeting details had been forwarded, emphasising its significance and urgency..


    George responded swiftly: “No time, upied with assignments.


    Assignments?


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    Dn read George’s reply, staring at his phone as he attempted to make sense of all the knowledge he <b>had </b>amassed over his lifetime.


    He still couldn’t quite grasp the essence of it.


    “Assignments? What’s that all about?”


    Isn’t that a termmonly used by students? <i>Did </i>he misspeak?


    Dn was on the verge of making a call to rify when a sudden recollection hit him: “Miss Jenkins?” Was he assisting Miss Jenkins with her assignments?


    “I nearly overlooked the fact that Miss Jenkins is a <b>student</b>.”


    Indeed, even the most adept hacker genius <b>had </b>to tackle assignments.


    So, was Mr. George aiding Miss Jenkins with <i>her </i>assignments?


    Why did it sound so amusing?


    Mr. George was willing to go to great lengths for Miss Jenkins.


    However, his dedication, even prioritising personal matters over work to <i>assist </i>Miss Jenkins with her assignments, hinted <i>at </i>something more profound. Suppose he’s willing to go this far to win <i>her </i>favour. Would he also prioritise their rtionship over work for dates?


    Absolutely! Dn could easily see through his intentions.


    Dn decided to reach out to another assistant.


    “Mr. George is upied with assignments. Mr. Sam will take <b>charge </b>of the initial portion of the meeting and ensure everyone is ready.”


    “<b>Assignments</b>?” The assistant looked perplexed,


    Is this a new development? What does it imply<i>? </i>Feeling progressively disconnected from current trends, is he falling


    behind the times?


    Sam, upon receiving Dn’s message, was simrly puzzled.


    Despite being aware of his uncle’s interest in Isabelle and knowing that Isabelle was a student, he needed. help to make sense of the situation.


    In his perception, his stern andmanding uncle would never involve himself in something as trivial as assisting someone with their homework.


    <b>Dn </b>remarked, “Better get used to it sooner rather thanter<b>; </b>it’s <b>advantageous</b>. I can’t be the only one dealing with <b>this</b>.”


    After all, <b>George </b>didn’t need to borate on his current upation, leading Dn <b>to </b>suspect that someone was deliberately orchestrating it.


    “You’re already boasting before even catching it. How much will you unt it once you do? Probably won’t stop talking about it, even if it’s just holding hands.”


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    Isabelle emerged from her shower, questioning, “Not done yet?”


    George nced up, replying, “Almost there.”


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    Isabelle’s outfit had been arranged by Liam, who had chosen a delicate pale white nightgown for her to


    <b>wear</b>.


    The gown boasted a subtly red hem, falling gracefully to her calves and highlighting her slender, fair legs. Long ribbons tied into bows adorned the neckline and sleeves, while the garment boasted an intricate pattern.


    To George, this attire appeared suitable for a young woman, entuating Isabelle’s petite figure.


    Despite their lengthy acquaintance, George had never witnessed Isabelle in a dress before.


    She usually dressed rxedly, favouring simple, unpatterned clothing for convenience and maintaining a low–profile appearance.


    With the help of a maid, Isabelle settled onto the sofa.


    As she adjusted her position, the hem of her dress rose to her knees.


    “Let’s finish this tomorrow,” Isabelle suggested.


    George snapped out of his reverie, his voice thick with emotion, “It’s already done.”


    He swiftly sent the twopleted PowerPoint presentations to their teacher.


    “You work quite fast,” Isabelle remarked.


    George <b>remained </b>silent.


    After a moment, he turned his attention to Isabelle’s face, noticing two clear droplets clinging to her earlobes, entuating her fairplexion.


    He fell silent once more, then reached to delicately touch her soft earlobe.


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