NovelEnglishResurrecting 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 becentangled 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGeorge'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.
Dylan informed the approaching George, "Mr. George, she drove off in that direction." George immediately drove after her.
Under the night sky, George drove for over thirty kilometers in one direction but saw no trace of Isabelle.
The smell of blood in the car gradually becstronger.
George's right hand, which was gripping the steering wheel, was soaked in blood. His blood was rapidly dripping onto his leg.
Despite this, he was completely unaware.
1/3 01:20 Sat, 15 Jun Chapter 247 She's Gone George kept stepping on the gas pedal, searching for her along the way.
Just when George thought he had gone the wrong way and was about to turn around, finally two flames appeared ahead.
As the car approached, George rushed out.
Not far away.
ay, on an empty plot of land, two cars had crashed and burned, leaving only their frames making a crackling noise.
The air was filled with a burning smell, mixed with gasoline.
There was a lot of blood on the ground, scattered everywhere.
A fierce battle had just taken place here.
Beside the cars, a body was burned beyond recognition.
Isabelle's coat was thrown aside.
George's heart thumped violently, Before his brain could react, he had already rushed up.
"Boom!" One of the cars exploded again, the flames flaring up and blocking George's path.
Fortunately, he saw clearly that the burned body wasn't Isabelle; the shape didn't match.
"Isabelle?" George looked around.
"Isabelle?" he asked, raising his voice.
"Isabelle!" he shouted urgently.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOn the empty ground, the raging fire illuminated his frantic figure. George's footsteps were weak as he called out, "Isabelle!" "Isabelle!" He shouted hoarsely, 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, his nerves tightening with every second.
Always calm and composed, at this moment, George was in chaos. A small stone was thrown from the shadows, hitting George's foot and striking his tense nerves.
He looked down, stunned, then turned and looked in the direction where the stone cfrom, immediately running towards it.
Across a distance of about twenty meters, by a small creek, a girl was squatting sideways. She was petite, wearing black attire, and almost blended into the night George was shocked, and he rushed over.
The creek was full of small stones and he almost couldn't ston himself on time. He ran too fast when he 2/3 55%%% Chapter 247 She's Gone squatted down, one of his legs knelt directly on the ground.
He grabbed the girl's frail shoulders, then lifted her face.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you hurt?" His anxious eyes scanned her, checking for any injuries.
Isabelle didn't speak; she just looked at him.
His face was pale, and even his lips had lost their color from fear.
George scanned her body frantically. Then he noticed her rolled-up sleeves extending into the creek. Her originally fair and delicate arms had a ten-centimeter-long gash; the wound was very deep, with flesh and blood exposed. It was a gruessight. She'd just been squatting here, washing the blood around the wound with water.
George's breathing stopped for a moment. Seeing Isabelle's eatmm expression and the wound on her arm, his heart twisted fiercely. "Don't! Don't wash it with water; it can get infected."
His breathing was still erratic, and his words were incoherent. He fumbled in his pocket for a handkerchief, then carefully took her hand. Send Gifts 624 ☐
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