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

immediately drove after

kilometers in one direction but saw no

blood in the car

soaked in blood.

was

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stepping on the gas pedal, searching

had gone the wrong way and was about to turn around,

approached, George rushed

Not far away.

cars had crashed and burned,

with a

lot of blood on the ground, scattered everywhere.

just taken place here.

a body

was

violently, Before his brain could react, he had

“Boom!”

flames flaring

body wasn’t Isabelle;

looked

he asked, raising his

he shouted

his frantic figure. George’s footsteps were weak

“Isabelle!”

of his chest. He looked at the dark silence around him, feeling a wave of dizziness, his nerves tightening

chaos. A small stone was

the direction where the stone came

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

and