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.

for your concern. I’m much better

but persistently troubling her over such trivial

friend were together, and repeatedly disturbing her without

held

go back to Arctic Fox a few days before winter break

they would meet in Alcott in a week before getting on

careful. If anything happens, wait for me

“Okay.”

I can’t bear to be apart from you. How can I get through

“It’s

227 The Winter

a smile so I can see what your face

“Get lost.”

and didn’t let go

the second day of winter break, Isabelle

territory than the Golden Triangle, was notorious for being an area where no

Shadow. He never talked about personal topics other than those that were absolutely required. Isabelle knew the

the late Heart K’s mouth that Spadille

next target

from George at

you planning to go? Can you

a moment before replying: ‘Not sure yet, just travelling around. She wasn’t sure if she could find

she didn’t

tactfully didn’t

to change modes of transportation,

vehicle, crossing through the uninhabited

the driver encountered yarious roadblocks. He kept

Astorian. Sweat the

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

girl held the

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