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 better now, so I won’t

persistently troubling her

her friend were together, and repeatedly disturbing her without clearly

George held

Fox a few days

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

be careful. If anything happens, wait

“Okay.”

from you. How can I get through a week without seeing you, Sweetheart?”

“It’s

The Winter

a smile so I can see what your face looks

“Get lost.”

Yves grabbed her stubbornly and didn’t let go until he got enough, then boarded the

second day of winter break, Isabelle packed up and set

chaotic territory than the Golden Triangle, was notorious

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

that Spadille frequented this place, presumably having his influence

target was

message from George

you planning to

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

was clear she didn’t want

was worried but tactfully didn’t press further.

change modes of

the off–road vehicle, crossing through the

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

a bearded Astorian. Sweat the size of

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

held the “How much