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

her over such

her friend were together, and repeatedly disturbing her without clearly explaining the situation might make her annoyed.

George held back.

Arctic Fox a few days before winter break

that they would meet in Alcott in a week before getting on

If anything happens, wait for me before taking any

“Okay.”

can I get through a

said, “It’s boarding time.”

227 The Winter

so I can see what your face looks like

“Get lost.”

me a hug.” Yves grabbed her stubbornly and didn’t let

winter break,

a more chaotic territory than the Golden Triangle, was notorious for being an

topics other than

that Spadille

target was him..

from George at the

is here. Where are you planning to go? Can

for a moment before replying: ‘Not sure yet, just travelling

clear she didn’t want to

was worried but tactfully didn’t press further.

continued to change modes of transportation, finally reaching the border of her

the off–road vehicle, crossing

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

a bearded Astorian. Sweat the size of beans speckled 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