Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 240 Trap

Dylan had a hearty meal and a good night’s sleep. He rushed over early in the morning to find George, and he noticed this dilapidated building.

He whispered. “Mr. George, did you sleep here last night?”

The environment is so harsh. Mr. George’s even got dark circles under his eyes.

George steadfastly insisted on remaining at the building. He waited for over half an hour before he saw Isabelle and Yves return.

Clearly, the two had known each other for years, and their relationship remained unaffected. Yves still affectionately calls Isabelle a sweetheart.

After a trip outside. Isabelle had fully awakened, and her mood had improved.

As soon as they returned, and before they even entered the door, Yves’s men patrolling nearby came to report. “The Warners have sent someone here.”

Yves was in a bad mood. Since he couldn’t fight with George, he could unleash his rage on the people Warner had sent here. Yves opened the door and welcomed them.

However, the Warners didn’t come for revenge.

“Our chief, Josh Reeve, would like to have a chat with you.

Jim raised an eyebrow and asked, “What’s this about? A trap?”

Isabelle raised a slight eyebrow in wonderment. Josh Warner? Josh Reeve?

The Warners looked at Isabelle and said, “Chief Josh said he knows where the person you’re looking for is.”

Later, the group arrived at the Warners‘ territory.

Josh greeted them with a smile and said. “Welcome, everyone–Mr. George? You’re here, too. It was nice to meet you. Alcott is particularly lively this year.”

Josh Warner? Josh Reeve? George was surprised to see a familiar face. Isn’t this guy supposed to be Jasiel’s

foster son?

and thought to himself. Isabelle had killed Jasiel;

too?

invited them to sit down,

with no

She guessed Ryan was either killed by

irrelevant people had

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slightly and said, “I want to talk to you alone. Is

this, Josh

when he looked at people, but instead, they seemed to regard everyone as worthless, especially now, filled

have two minutes. If you don’t speak, I’ll

smile. “Mr. Yves,

to meet you.”

“You have one and a half minutes.”

to Alcott and went to the territory of the big drug lord next door.

didn’t mention

time, but what I said was true. If you’re looking for Spadille, there’s a good chance he’s

useless

said coldly, “You wasted an

sorry that I couldn’t help you much. If you need my help, I’m willing to do so for free. I hope we can be friends.”

“Friends?

burning of your auction house and the deaths of many of your men, you continue to serve your enemies. The Warners

he said, “They

replied, “Too bad. I prefer an

of my way. If you dare to stand in