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 better now, so I

wanted to see her, but persistently troubling her over

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

held

to go back to Arctic Fox a few days before winter break to settle another

in Alcott

happens, wait for me before

“Okay.”

How can I get through a week

said, “It’s boarding

227 The

I can see what your

“Get lost.”

give me a hug.” Yves grabbed her stubbornly and didn’t let go until he got enough, then boarded the plane.

day of winter break, Isabelle packed up and set off.

the Golden Triangle, was notorious for being an

personal topics other than those that were absolutely required. Isabelle knew the least about him of all the gang.

mouth that

target was

from George at

planning to

moment before replying: ‘Not sure yet, just travelling around. She wasn’t sure

clear she didn’t want

was worried but tactfully didn’t press

to change modes of transportation,

the off–road vehicle, crossing through

and the driver encountered yarious roadblocks. He kept his foot on the

had no air conditioning, and the driver was a bearded Astorian. Sweat the

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

beautiful Ardon girl held the