Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 227 The Winter Break

“God’s Armament is his. Yves said awkwardly, “I underestimated him. Sweetheart, if you need weapons, why don’t you ask me? Why take from others?”

Isabelle replied, “The stuff is in Melfrey. If you’re not happy, blow it up.”

Seeing that Isabelle didn’t want to pay attention to him anymore, Yves began to fuss again, “Sweetheart, I’m not feeling well either.”

Isabelle asked, “Where does it hurt? I’ll give you a couple of needles.

Yves answered, “Do I need to take off my clothes for the needles? My heart feels uncomfortable, a bit

off

Dain As he spoke, he had already taken Jacket

Isabelle said, “It’s heart cancer. Ordinary treatment won’t work. Let’s open it up.”

Yves continued, “Sweetheart, tell me honestly, if George and I fell into the water simultaneously, who would

you save?”

Isabelle thought of giving him “heart cancer treatment” for asking such a stupid question.

Heading upstairs, Isabelle didn’t even turn her head, saying, “Whether you two live or die has nothing to do with me

The next day.

George didn’t come, which surprised Isabelle.

Yves said, “I guess he knows when to stay away.”

It was quite late and unsure if George was too busy to come, Isabelle asked in a message.

your concern. I’m much better now, so I won’t disturb

to see her, but persistently troubling her over

her friend were together, and repeatedly disturbing her without clearly explaining the situation might make her

George held

Arctic Fox a few days before winter

they would meet in Alcott in

wait for me before

“Okay.”

to be apart from you. How can I get through a

“It’s

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can see what your face looks like

“Get lost.”

didn’t

second day of winter break, Isabelle packed up and

Triangle, was notorious for being an area where no one

all the seniors in Dark Shadow. He never talked about personal topics other than

Heart K’s mouth that Spadille frequented this place, presumably

next target

from George

break is here. Where are you planning to go?

sure yet, just travelling

clear she didn’t want to

but tactfully didn’t

change modes of

sat in the off–road vehicle, crossing

was visible chaos, and the driver encountered yarious roadblocks. He kept his foot on the gas

driver was a bearded Astorian. Sweat the size

against his neck, wearing blood as it did so from the inevitable brushing of his neck against the blade with

girl held the “How much