Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 247 She’s Gone

Several figures interwined in the room, the sounds of fighting filled the air.

After a round of combat, Spadille fully understood what Shadowblade had felt.

Although Shadowblade had already warned him, experiencing it firsthand with Isabelle was still shocking for Spadille.

It was indeed identical.

And this girl’s strength surpassed his own.

Spadille didn’t want to die here, nor did he want to make enemies with Yves and George, so he made a quick decision.

If he couldn’t fight them, he would flee.

He seized an opportunity and escaped directly from the balcony.

Leaping from the third floor, he quickly vanished into the moonlit night.

As Isabelle reached the balcony, she glanced back at Yves and George, who had become entangled with Shadowblade. She leaped down from the balcony and chased after Spadille.

When George saw Isabelle jump from the balcony, he was deeply worried and momentarily distracted. He was attacked with a blade.

Under the bright moonlight, the illuminated maze–like building looked splendorous, but beneath this glamorous exterior, it was a scene of hell on earth, with corpses strewn everywhere.

George’s men arrived one after another.

Worried about George’s safety, Seth went all out to deal with his enemies and immediately rushed to support George.

“Mr. George,” Seth arrived in injured.

George immediately broke free and went to chase Isabelle.

Yves watched George run away. He cursed and watched helplessly as George fled.

informed the approaching George, “Mr. George, she drove off in that direction.”

drove

for over thirty kilometers in one direction but saw

smell of blood in the

was soaked in

this, he was completely

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gas pedal,

and was about to turn around,

approached, George

Not far away.

cars had crashed and burned,

a

of blood on the ground, scattered

had just taken

a body was

coat was thrown aside.

could react, he had already rushed up.

“Boom!”

flames flaring up and blocking George’s path.

the burned body wasn’t Isabelle;

George looked

asked, raising his voice.

he shouted

illuminated his frantic figure.

“Isabelle!”

breathing erratic, and his heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of his chest. He looked at the dark

A small stone was thrown from the shadows, hitting George’s foot and striking his tense

in the direction where

a distance of about twenty meters, by a small creek, a girl was squatting sideways. She was

and he rushed over.