Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 84 Nice Shot

He’s drenched in sweat, staring in terror at this girl, all innocent looking and lovely

Isaac struggled to speak, managing only a weak “uh uh as he tried.

The folks watching shared looks, completely shocked an what they were seeing

Isabelle darted with suclespeed that they scarcely caught sight of her hand brushing Isaac’s neck, or maybe they completely overlooked it, but Isaur was instantly struck dumb

His neck showed no sign of harm, yet his sudden decline baffled everyones poison or not, it made no

labelle’s eerie demeanour sent shivers down the Hurricane leader’s spine; he was teetering on the edge of panic. When her eyes locked on him, his thoughts evaporated.

“What’s your plan here?”

Struggling against his bonds, he edged away in fear,

“Boss, I got an update from the hospital. Jack’s legs were shattered, but they’ve been fixed,” White Owl announced, phone in hand.

Isabelle’s demeanour turned icy, her gaze piercing.

Hurricane realised he was done for.

Paying no mind to his wounded hands, he desperately crawled away, leaving behind a bloody trail from his wrapped wrists.

“I didn’t do it. It was Isaac. He played me. It’s not on me.”

“Here, take this. You still need the needle. Don’t stain it. A gun was passed to her.

elle followed the gun’s path to George’s face.

She stood up, her stare steady, as she locked eyes with the Hurricane boss.

Speech eluded him, his eyes wide with sheer terror fixed on Isabelle.

“Let him loose,” she ordered,

Badman tried to butt in, but White Owl stepped in.

White Owl approached Hurricane, giving him a rough lift and untying the ropes.

Spared from the brink of death, Hurricane lingered in a daze. He gawked at Isabelle, too terrified to budge.

Hurricane only started moving towards the exit, his legs shaking, after a moment of confusion when she motioned towards the door.

He felt like he was being chased by a relentless predator, fearing he’d be caught if he even paused for a

moment.

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Nice Shot

in sweat, staring in terror at this girl, all innocent–looking

managing only a weak “uh uh” as he tried.

folks watching shared looks, completely shocked at what they were seeing.

darted with such speed that they scarcely caught sight of her hand brushing Isaac’s neck, or maybe they completely overlooked it, but Isaac was instantly struck dumb.

showed no sign of harm, yet his sudden decline baffled

sense.

the Hurricane leader’s spine; he was teetering on the

locked on him, his thoughts

plan here?”

bonds, he edged away

Jack’s legs were shattered, but they’ve been fixed,” White Owl announced,

demeanour turned icy, her

he was

away, leaving behind a bloody trail from

He

You still need the needle. Don’t stain it.”

followed the gun’s path

she locked eyes with the

with sheer terror fixed on

him loose,” she

tried to butt in, but White Owl stepped

Hurricane/ giving him a rough lift and untying

lingered in a daze. He gawked at Isabelle, too terrified to budge.

his legs shaking, after a moment

by a relentless predator, fearing he’d be caught if he even

moment.

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free left the onlookers

guy bolted for the exit, Badman went for his gun,

could, Isabelle beat him to

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aimed,

and the guy crumpled.

by pure survival, he got back up, hobbling towards the door on his wounded

dir

shot pierced

he went

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him as he watched Isabelle close in. With his limbs failing him, he fought his way towards