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

troubling her over such trivial

together, and repeatedly disturbing her without clearly explaining the

George held

Fox a few days

in Alcott

happens, wait for me before taking any

“Okay.”

bear to be apart from you. How can I get

“It’s

227 The Winter

I can see what your face looks like when you

“Get lost.”

didn’t let go until he

the second day of winter break, Isabelle packed up

than the Golden Triangle, was notorious for being an

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

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

next target was

from George at

is here. Where are you planning to go? Can you tell me?‘

just travelling around. She wasn’t sure if she could find Spadille.

didn’t want to

but tactfully didn’t press further.

to change modes of transportation, finally reaching the border of

sat in the off–road vehicle,

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

bearded Astorian. Sweat the size of beans speckled his bruised

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

Ardon girl held the “How