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.

for your concern. I’m much better now, so I

her over such trivial

and repeatedly disturbing her without clearly explaining the

held

had to go back to Arctic Fox a few days before winter break to settle another

Alcott in

wait for me

“Okay.”

from you. How can I get through a week without seeing

“It’s boarding

The

smile so I can see what your face looks like

“Get lost.”

give me a hug.” Yves grabbed her stubbornly and didn’t let go until he got enough, then boarded

day of winter break, Isabelle

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

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

late Heart K’s mouth that Spadille frequented this place, presumably having his influence there.

next target was

from George at the

planning to

moment before replying: ‘Not sure yet, just travelling around. She

didn’t want

was worried but tactfully didn’t press

to change modes of transportation, finally

vehicle, crossing

yarious roadblocks. He

a bearded Astorian. Sweat the

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

girl held the “How