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.

replied very quickly: “Thank you for your concern. I’m much

troubling her over such trivial matters wasn’t quite right.

disturbing her without clearly

held

to Arctic Fox a few days

with Isabelle that they would meet in Alcott in a week before getting

you arrive, be careful. If anything happens, wait for me before

“Okay.”

can I get through a week without seeing you,

said, “It’s

The

I can see what

“Get lost.”

hug.” Yves grabbed her stubbornly and didn’t let go

winter break, Isabelle packed up and set

was notorious for being an area where

of all the seniors in Dark Shadow. He never talked about personal topics other than those that were absolutely required.

K’s mouth that Spadille frequented

target was him..

from

are you planning to go? Can

sure yet, just travelling around. She wasn’t sure if she could

clear she didn’t want to

was worried but tactfully didn’t

more than seven hours of flying, Isabelle continued to change modes

vehicle, crossing

yarious roadblocks. He kept his foot on the gas pedal, not daring to stop.

and the driver was a bearded Astorian. Sweat the size of beans speckled his bruised face, even in this cold weather.

short, shining knife pressed against his neck, wearing blood as it did so from the inevitable brushing of his neck against the blade

Ardon girl held the “How