Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 227

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. 

George replied very quickly: “Thank you for your concern. I’m much better now, so I won’t disturb you.‘ 

George wanted to see her, but persistently troubling her over such trivial matters wasn’t quite right. 

She and her friend were together, and repeatedly disturbing her without clearly explaining the situation might make her annoyed. 

So George held back. 

Yves had to go back to Arctic Fox a few days before winter break to settle another internal conflict. 

He agreed with Isabelle that they would meet in Alcott in a week before getting on the plane. 

“When you arrive, be careful. If anything happens, wait for me before taking any action together.” 

“Okay.” 

“Sweetheart, I can’t bear to be apart from you. How can I get through a week without seeing you, Sweetheart?” 

Isabelle said, “It’s boarding time.” 

Chapter 227 The Winter Break 

“Sweetheart, give me a smile so I can see what your face looks like when you smile.” 

“Get lost.” 

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

On the second day of winter break, Isabelle packed up and set off. 

Alcott, a more chaotic territory than the Golden Triangle, was notorious for being an area where no one took responsibility. 

Spadille was the most circumspect of all the seniors in Dark Shadow. He never talked about personal topics other than those that were absolutely required. Isabelle knew the least about him of all the gang. 

She heard only from the late Heart K’s mouth that Spadille frequented this place, presumably having his influence there. 

Isabelle’s next target was him.. 

She received a message from George at the airport. 

“Winter break is here. Where are you planning to go? Can you tell me?‘ 

Isabelle pondered for a moment before replying: ‘Not sure yet, just travelling around. She wasn’t sure if she could find Spadille. 

It was clear she didn’t want to say. 

George was worried but tactfully didn’t press further. 

After more than seven hours of flying, Isabelle continued to change modes of transportation, finally reaching the border of her destination. 

Isabelle sat in the off–road vehicle, crossing through the uninhabited area. 

Along the way, there was visible chaos, and the driver encountered yarious roadblocks. He kept his foot on the gas pedal, not daring to stop. 

The car had no air conditioning, and the driver was a bearded Astorian. Sweat the size of beans speckled his bruised face, even in this cold weather. 

The short, shining knife pressed against his neck, wearing blood as it did so from the inevitable brushing of his neck against the blade with every breath. 

A beautiful Ardon girl held the “How much longer?” 

knife handle, looking calm, suddenly asked him in Jormanian language, 

The bearded man hurriedly replied, “Half… Half an hour, we’re almost there.” 

Isabelle asked, “Are you being honest now?” 

The bearded man nodded frantically, his facial muscles frozen in fear. 

Isabelle pup away the short knife. “Tell me about Alcott.” 

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The bearded man organized his thoughts and began telling Isabelle about Alcott. 

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Isabelle hadn’t expected this casually abducted person to be so knowledgeable, saving her a lot of trouble. 

“You’ve come at a bad time. Alcott is always at its most chaotic this time of year. A young girl like you, especially an Ardon girl as pretty as you, will be targeted the moment you step in,” the bearded man said, glancing at Isabelle, who was exceptionally beautiful. 

With looks like hers and being a pure Ardon, she’d be eaten to the bone as soon as she stepped in. 

Isabelle asked, “Is that so? Then it’s really the right time.” 

Just as they were talking, another group appeared on the roadside, signalling them to stop. Their vehicle was parked by the side of the road, and someone was inspecting it. 

It looked like their car had broken down, and they sought help. 

Isabelle’s gaze swept over the car on the roadside, and the driver sat in the driver’s seat. 

The bearded man looked at the people stopping the car ahead, one of whom made a subtle gesture 

towards him. He received the signal, glanced discreetly at Isabelle from the corner of his eye, and then slowed down the car. 

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