Surviving As A Genius On Borrowed Time Novel Novels & Stories

Following the sound, he peeked through the opening and gaped seeing his grandfather strangle a baby on a cradle. His mind stopped working momentarily before he gained his composure and closed his eyes tight only to open them with his shining baby blue eyes. Timothy turned around and looked carefully at his surroundings. "I don't like playing petty games." He was angry because if he had fallen for the trick, he would've been stuck here for eternity. That's how illusions were and so, only a few could handle them. He walked towards the window and looked out, thinking hard. "It feels like stages of a game. How do I get out? What do I need to find?" Timothy thought hard as he frowned.

"Looks like justice has caught up with him." When I got home, I submitted my resignation. Wesley had made a fortune through illegal means, using some kind of spell to help him. Even though part of it had been frozen, what was left was more than enough for me to live on for a long time. I put the house we once lived in up for sale. I packed my bags and boarded a plane. This time, I would travel to many places and finally start my life over.

More importantly, it was a framework that Blackwood Holdings desperately required to fix their collapsing transport networks. Conall was bleeding money out of his ears from digital sabotage, and I held the only medical cure in my hands. I bypassed the main entrance of the convention center, taking the secure back elevator straight to the green room. My executive director, Marcus, was pacing back and forth on the carpet, holding a sleek silver tablet. "You are late, Isabelle," Marcus said, looking up with a massive sigh of relief flooding his face. "The crowd out there is going absolutely crazy. Every single billionaire in New England is sitting in that ballroom."