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.

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

see her, but persistently troubling her over

and repeatedly disturbing her without clearly explaining the situation

George held back.

go back to Arctic Fox a few days

in Alcott in a

anything happens, wait for me before taking any

“Okay.”

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

said, “It’s

227 The Winter Break

I can see what your face looks like when

“Get lost.”

grabbed her stubbornly and didn’t let

winter break, Isabelle packed up and set

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

most circumspect of all the seniors in Dark Shadow. He never talked about personal topics

heard only from the late Heart K’s mouth that Spadille frequented this place, presumably having

target was him..

a message from George at the airport.

break is here. Where are you planning to go?

before replying: ‘Not sure yet, just

didn’t

but tactfully didn’t press further.

change modes of transportation, finally

the off–road vehicle, crossing

roadblocks. He kept his foot on the gas pedal, not

bearded Astorian. Sweat the

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

Ardon girl held the “How much longer?”