Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16 Perhaps I Might Be Interested in George

On the way, the taxi driver excitedly chattered non-stop.

If it weren’t for the fear of getting a speeding ticket, he would have had the nerve to ask Isabelle to take him for a spin in his car.

He too had a dream of racing when he was young.

Isabelle, bathed in the cool moonlight, navigated through the dilapidated residential area.

The faint scent of osmanthus flowers wafted from a distant courtyard, lingering at the tip of her nose, refusing to dissipate.

As Isabelle approached the entrance of the Jenkins Residence, she was about to push the door open when the faintest of breaths from a dark corner made her halt her actions.

Without changing her expression, Isabelle glanced towards the corner of the wall. Under the moonlight, she noticed the bloodstains she had previously buried with soil seemed to have been washed out by last night’s heavy rain….

Retracting her gaze. Isabelle acted as if nothing had happened and turned around to walk back in the direction she came from.

Without a destination in mind, Isabelle kept walking. After about half an hour, when she was sure she was far enough from the old residential area, she finally stopped.

She stood at the foot of a hill behind the city, looking into the distance. She could still vaguel four-season osmanthus tree in the Jenkins Residences courtyard.

“Aren’t you coming out yet? How long do you plan to hide?” Isabelle suddenly spoke out into t black surroundings.

Her words sank into the thick night, and all around was calm.

However, the next second, several figures emerged from the darkness, their hostile Isabelle.

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As the world’s number one assassin, Blood Shadow, she instantly recognised the aura of these people. They were from the same group that had pursued Sam that night.

Isabelle couldn’t help but feel puzzled. “Who sent you?”

The men, realising that Isabelle was no ordinary person, became alert.

“What is your relationship with Sam?” one of them asked.

“Sam?” Isabelle chuckled lightly, “I have no connection with that kid from the Harris family.”

Seeing Isabelle deny it, the man in black was about to present evidence to confront her when Isabelle changed the subject, “If I had to have a connection, it would be with someone of George’s status. I might be interested in him.

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Her words and tone were so arrogant that they left the men in black stunned, causing them to reconsider the relationship between this apparent nobody and the Harris family and George.

“I’ll ask you again. Who sent you and what do you want with me?”

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did not answer her.

Isabelle looked at them indifferently, “Not talking? Then let me guess.”

“You pursued Sam for profit, offended the Harris family, and are now facing their retaliation. You are desperate and discovered that I saved Sam, so you came to me. You suspect that I have a close relationship with Sam and want to use me to negotiate with the Harris family. Am I right?”

The men in black looked at each other, then reached for the guns in their jackets, “Since you’ve guessed it. I advise you to cooperate with us, or else

“Do you know why I prefer to work alone rather than in a group?” Isabelle’s sudden question caught the in black off guard. They didn’t know what trick Isabelle was trying to play and didn’t respond. They just watched her warily, ready to act at any sign of movement.

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The reason is simple.” Isabelle slowly looked up, “Because no one is worthy to fight alongside me.” Her eyes suddenly flashed, and her figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost. The next second, she appeared behind the men in black

As several bodies fell to the ground, Isabelle stood with her hands in her pockets, looking down coldly at the man at her feet who was still gasping for breath

“Actually, what I wanted to say was, when you act alone, only one fool dies. But when you act as if one person is a fool, none of you will survive.”

Thinking of using her to negotiate with the Harris family, what a foolish idea.

“Who… who are you…” The man in black clutched his bleeding neck, his eyes filled with resentmen

Isabelle looked at him indifferently, her lips parting to utter two words, “Blood Shadow.”

The man in black’s eyes widened in shock, and he drew his last breath.

Isabelle returned to the Jenkins Residence, opened her computer, and began typing rapidly on the keyboard.

Meanwhile, in a hotel in Mehenya, a Cheshian man with long hair reaching his ears was sleeping soundly with a woman after a passionate encounter.

Suddenly, his watch flashed.