Novel & Cerita Mr Genuis

Russell whispered it in a very proud tone. Lunatte snorted. “You think you’re the only genius? I’m also a genius. And they are also my biological children! Of course, my genes are also passed on to them,” Lunatte said, feeling a little annoyed. Russell said it as if he himself had passed on that genius. Russell grinned. His hands slipped behind his wife’s hips. Lunatte was very surprised because Russell pulled her closer suddenly until their bodies really stuck. “Ah! Hey!” Lunatte patted her husband’s chest. Her eyes glared.

He picked up the microphone and, with confidence, said, "I know many people here doubted my son and opposed my methods of education, but geniuses have always been misunderstood. After ten years of painstaking efforts in educating my son, he's now on a starting line ahead of all his peers. I am excited and proud! I now invite all of you to witness the birth of a genius!" Jason gestured towards a corner of the stage, and the people controlling the projector, whom he had presumably bribed, projected the score-checking website onto the big screen. As Shawn's ID was inputted, everyone held their breath.

They were on a farm, and an arm stretched from where he stood was a farmstead. He also saw a body laid on the dusty floor, some inch away from the porch, from the shadows. The body looked to be from the merchant. “What’s your name?” The woman asked softly, and Ginika elevated his head to meet hers. “Gini…” He tucked his long hair across his ears as he decided if it was right to give out his name. “So you are Gini, huh?” The muscular man chuckled and picked the rein of his horse. “Like the mysterious asteroid which the Drudge calls Gini and believes it blesses people with power, so great, that it can bring down a giant?” He asked with curiosity and amusement.

I sat beside her then the host speaker continues his words. “At this juncture, gentleman and ladies, let’s hear some inspirational words from the only women who set the bar too high to be reach by a normal individual with her average mark of 1.00% for 4 years in a row. This girl’s known to be tough, brave, wise and freaking gorgeous, she’s known as the Genius Queen and a campus superstar, everybody rain a cheer for this year’s class Valedictorian, Khloe Maureen Neufeld!” Introduced by the host. I calmly rose to my feet and walked slowly to the stage like a runway model.

Recalling the demigod-like existence, he could not help but tremble. At this time, Gunni said, “Levi, now I’ll give you another mission. From Granny Wich’s investigation earlier, it was found that now there’s news about Ganoderma built by Guilherme Extraordinaire back then. The legacy of Ganoderma has now fallen into the hands of a person called James Coney. And this James Coney is currently in California, with the title of legendary doctor of California. Levi immediately said, “James Coney? Where is he? I’ll capture him right away.”

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

He looked exactly the same, maybe a little more exhausted, with those same storm-grey eyes that used to make me freeze. He had no idea that the anonymous tech genius he came to beg for a corporate partnership was his dead wife. "Are you ready for this?" Marcus whispered, stepping up behind me as a crew member adjusted my microphone line. "I have been ready for five years," I muttered, my voice completely flat and devoid of any human warmth. The master of ceremonies walked up to the central podium, his voice booming out across the state-of-the-art speakers. The massive crowd immediately fell into an expectant silence, the clinking of champagne glasses stopping completely.

He spared me a glance before hanging up the call and focusing on me. “I have your first solo job. Are you ready?” He watched me carefully, as if to gauge any second thoughts. I had none. “What’s the job?” I asked instead. He smirked, satisfied with my confidence. He pulled out a package from his desk drawer and slid it towards me. I picked it up. “Everything you need is in here,” he informed me. I looked down at the brown package in my hands. Opening it, I found a gun and several photographs of a man. There was also a document with his name, occupation, and address: Dhyanesh Singh, owner of a record company.

What the hell was in the Gutiérrez family genes? Because let’s be real, Izek had this exact same effect on people at his age. And now, here’s his little brother, making girls in the audience practically swoon just by existing. It must be in their DNA. That must be it. There was no other explanation for how two brothers could pull off the exact same heartbreaker energy. I was still very much stuck in that thought when Yanna elbowed me lightly. “That drummer guy’s cute too,” she said, tilting her chin toward Jigs. “What’s his name again?”

"Enough! If you're going to lie, at least make it believable. How could Sarah possibly fall at her mother-in-law's house? Even if you're jealous or throwing a tantrum, that's no excuse to cause trouble at my workplace. "If my year-end evaluation takes a hit because of this, I won't let you off easy." Before I could speak again, the call was suddenly disconnected. The murmurs at the entrance to the operating room faded into an eerie silence. I forced a bitter smile, pretending to be deeply wounded. Susan quickly averted her gaze. A flicker of embarrassment flashed across Bernice's face, but she stayed silent. Henry and Edna sighed, their faces twisted in disdain. Just then, the operating room