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.

approaching George, “Mr. George, she drove

immediately drove after

sky, George drove for over thirty kilometers in one direction

the car

the steering wheel, was soaked in blood. His blood was rapidly dripping onto

was

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the gas pedal, searching

he had gone the wrong way and

the car approached, George

Not far away.

empty plot of land, two cars had crashed and burned,

filled with a burning

a lot of blood

fierce battle had just

cars, a body was burned beyond recognition.

was thrown

could react, he

“Boom!”

the flames flaring up and blocking

body wasn’t Isabelle;

George looked

he asked, raising

shouted urgently.

raging fire illuminated his frantic figure. George’s footsteps were weak as he called

“Isabelle!”

his breathing erratic, and his heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of his chest. He looked at the dark silence around him, feeling a wave of dizziness,

chaos. A small stone was thrown from the shadows, hitting

down, stunned, then turned and looked in the direction where the stone came from,

a small creek, a girl was squatting sideways. She was petite, wearing black attire, and almost blended into

shocked, and he rushed over.