Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 Spadille 

The young woman nonchalantly cleaned her knife and commented, “Impressive how you can still keep your cool after getting insulted like that.” 

Josh did not pay much heed to her comment, saying, “It’s surprising that you came looking for me. You didn’t sneak in here planning to hurt me, did you? After all, we have no feud.” 

Isabelle replied, “I came to ask about someone. If you’re cooperative, there won’t be any need for violence.” 

Josh asked, “Who are you looking for?” 

Isabelle answered, “Spadille. 

Josh’s expression grew serious. “A member of Dark Shadow?” 

“Yes, much like your deceased adoptive father, Isabelle confirmed. 

Josh explained. “You’ll be let down then. While Heart K was my adoptive father, I barely knew anything about Dark Shadow. Beyond meeting members on that cruise, I don’t have any information on Spadille.” 

Noticing Isabelle’s doubtful look, Josh assured her, “Given that I know you’re stronger than Heart K and value my own life, I have no reason to lie to you. 

“If you’re here looking for him, you might want to look elsewhere, like the major drug lord to the east or the arms dealer in the southwest. They are influential figures in Alcott, akin to the Warners. It’s possible that Spadille could be among them.” 

After a pause, Josh added, “I’ve only recently been assigned here by the family, and my grasp of our influence in this area isn’t strong. As you can see, I don’t hold much sway in the family, and there’s a lot I’m unaware of. It’s not clear whether Spadille is even here.” 

Isabelle smiled wryly and said, “Are you trying to get me to go after Ryan?” 

She saw right through his intentions, 

Isabelle stated calmly, “I detest deceit in my presence.” 

Josh, maintaining his composure, responded, “I might have hidden agendas, but I assure you, my words. are honest.” 

Isabelle asked slowly. “In your opinion, who within the Warners‘ territory could be Spadille?” 

She had observed Ryan’s significant influence in the area. If Spadille were around, could they possibly be operating under him? 

This question caught Josh off guard, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words. He then managed an awkward smile and said, “You’re very sharp. May I ask what your issue is with Dark Shadow?” 

Josh found it puzzling that a young woman could bear such intense resentment towards the higher ranks 

of Dark Shadow. 

First, it had been Heart K, and now she was in Alcott searching for Spadille. 

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Chapter 232 Spadille 

Josh quickly proposed, “How about we form a partnership? With your skills and abilities, I think we could… 

Isabelle interrupted him dismissively, not even turning to face him, “Do you think you’re worthy?” 

Her voice was laced with disdain and arrogance. 

Josh fell silent. As he watched her walk away, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he muttered softly. “Maybe not.” 

That night, the sudden fire that ravaged the Warners‘ auction house caused a stir throughout Alcott. 

The Warners tirelessly pursued the perpetrator from Ardon. 

Meanwhile, Isabelle and her team had left the Warners‘ domain and arrived at the territory of the arms dealer. 

Upon their arrival, orderly and composed, the guards, recognising them as Cheshians, allowed them entry. 

The bearded driver explained to Isabelle that in Alcott, any Cheshians in need could find help from this arms dealer, and they might even receive assistance if they were lucky. 

Thus, Isabelle and her group, having angered the Warners, found themselves at their intended destination. 

Yet, Isabelle’s visit was not about evading the Warners. 

She had two main goals. 

First, to assess the background of the arms dealer and gauge his reliability. 

Second, they must secure a safe refuge for the girl they rescued from the auction. 

Soon after, Isabelle and her companions were led to a camp where they were greeted by two managers—a man in his thirties and a kindly middle–aged man. 

It was clear these men knew of Isabelle’s group as the ones who had torched the Warners‘ auction house, now potential targets for revenge. 

Yet here they were. 

The two managers exchanged a glance of recognition. 

Lowe, the middle–aged man, asked warmly, “Who might you all be?” 

Isabelle introduced herself, “I’m Isabelle Jenkins, a student,”