Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 437

Resurrecting the Genius Within 

Chapter 437 Shabby Cramped House 

The addition of Yves and Jim’s group effectively concealed the whereabouts of George and Isabelle, making it more diflicult for the members of the Dark Shadow to track them down. 

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The operatives of the Dark Shadow had to proceed with even greater caution. The backgrounds of these two individuals were far from simple, and unless absolutely necessary, the Dark Shadow preferred not to engage them directly. 

They certainly didn’t want to risk their elite members against them. 

Their primary target was Isabelle.. 

The Dark Shadow’s crew not only gotta hunt down Isabelle but also watch their backs in case they bump into Yves and his gang. 

Yves insisted on keeping Seth and Lawrence close while they waited for George to make a move. 

But despite waiting and waiting, there’s still no word from George. 

But the Dark Shadow’s crew hadn’t withdrawn yet, meaning their job wasn’t over, and Isabelle was safe. 

Little does Yves know, there were two close calls where he and Isabelle almost crossed paths. 

Yves was getting uneasy. 

And George was probably feeling even worse. 

After encountering the Dark Shadow’s members at the inn and successfully fighting them off, George, along with Isabelle, split up with Seth and Lawrence to continue hiding. 

They had been evading and hiding all the way, travelling through multiple cities and towns, crisscrossing the vast country of Etreau, and constantly dodging encounters with the Dark Shadow. 

It had been a rough journey, and you can imagine how much Isabelle had suffered. 

It was like her wounds barely started healing yesterday, only to burst open again today. Before her fever subsides, another one springs up. 

The wound on her shoulder has already started to inflame and fester. 

After going back and forth like this for about ten days, George couldn’t bear seeing Isabelle still unconscious. His own mental defences were about to crumble before Isabelle even woke up. 

Right now, he was behind the wheel with Isabelle in the backseat, freshly stitched up. 

He was on the lookout for another hiding spot, driving into yet another small town. 

George was planning to take Isabelle out of Etreau and head to Kalandria, then figure out a way to leave Illyria altogether. 

Suddenly, the car stalled and came to a stop. 

George kept trying to staft it up again. 

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Just as he focused on the car, a red dot pierced through the windshield, aiming at the head of the person in The passenger seat next to him. 

George’s eyes were suddenly caught a glint—a reflection from a sniper scope. 

He felt a jolt of alarm. 

Alenced gunshot rang out, and the person in the passenger seat took a bullet to the head. George quickly dove down. 

Bullets shattered the car window, pierced through the hoodie of the dummy’s head, and continued through the car window on George’s side. 

George immediately leapt into the back seat and carried Isabelle out of the car. 

Thankfully, he had prepared a decoy to throw off the attacker. 

The sniper in the shadows realised it was a decoy and signalled for his accomplice to come over for backup, ready for another attack. 

George hugged Isabelle tightly behind the car, not daring to poke his head out. 

With hardly any cover around and not a clue where the sniper was hiding, George seized the moment and blew up the car’s gas tank. Using the explosion as a distraction, he carried Isabelle and dashed into a nearby store for cover. 

The Dark Shadow’s men quickly closed in, leaving George stuck inside the store with no way out. 

But just when things looked grim, Yves and his crew swooped in. 

Seth spotted the sniper lurking in the shadows, while Yves’s crew intercepted the killers trying to enter the shop, leading to a shootout. 

George took a quick look around and locked eyes with Yves across the street. 

Without wasting a moment, he hurriedly left with Isabelle in his arms. 

Yves watched them go, itching to follow and check on Isabelle, but ultimately held back. 

A few days later, Isabelle slowly woke up on a worn–out bed. 

Before her were the shabby remains of a ceiling, the surroundings even more dilapidated than the old house she used to live in at the Jenkins residence. 

There was a strange smell in the air, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. 

This place is a massive slum. 

Before Isabelle could even take it in, a kiss landed on her forehead and a man’s forehead met hers. He sounded relieved as he whispered in her ear, “I’m so glad you’re finally awake? 

Isabelle slowly turned her head, still taking in the shock of her surroundings. When she looked at George, she was struck by his grace. 

The slum was a good hideout a place to blend in. In her nast life she’d endured worse to finish missions.