His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 84 Nice Shot He's drenched in sweat, staring in terror at this girl, all innocent looking and lovely Isaac struggled to speak, managing only a weak "uh uh as he tried.

The folks watching shared looks, completely shocked an what they were seeing Isabelle darted with suclespeed that they scarcely caught sight of her hand brushing Isaac's neck, or maybe they completely overlooked it, but Isaur was instantly struck dumb His neck showed no sign of harm, yet his sudden decline baffled everyones poison or not, it made no labelle's eerie demeanour sent shivers down the Hurricane leader's spine; he was teetering on the edge of panic. When her eyes locked on him, his thoughts evaporated.

"What's your plan here?" Struggling against his bonds, he edged away in fear, "Boss, I got an update from the hospital. Jack's legs were shattered, but they've been fixed," White Owl announced, phone in hand.

Isabelle's demeanour turned icy, her gaze piercing.

Hurricane realised he was done for.

Paying no mind to his wounded hands, he desperately crawled away, leaving behind a bloody trail from his wrapped wrists.

"I didn't do it. It was Isaac. He played me. It's not on me." "Here, take this. You still need the needle. Don't stain it. A gun was passed to her.

elle followed the gun's path to George's face.

She stood up, her stare steady, as she locked eyes with the Hurricane boss.

Speech eluded him, his eyes wide with sheer terror fixed on Isabelle.

"Let him loose," she ordered, Badman tried to butt in, but White Owl stepped in.

White Owl approached Hurricane, giving him a rough lift and untying the ropes.

Spared from the brink of death, Hurricane lingered in a daze. He gawked at Isabelle, too terrified to budge. Hurricane only started moving towards the exit, his legs shaking, after a moment of confusion when she motioned towards the door.

He felt like he was being chased by a relentless predator, fearing he'd be caught if he even paused for a moment.

1/3 Resurrecting the Genius Within Chapter 84 Nice Shot He's drenched in sweat, staring in terror at this girl, all innocent-looking and lovely.

Isaac struggled to speak, managing only a weak "uh uh" as he tried.

The folks watching shared looks, completely shocked at what they were seeing.

Isabelle darted with such speed that they scarcely caught sight of her hand brushing Isaac's neck, or maybe they completely overlooked it, but Isaac was instantly struck dumb.

His neck showed no sign of harm, yet his sudden decline baffled everyone; poison or not, it made no sense.

"Isabelle's eerie demeanour sent shivers down the Hurricane leader's spine; he was teetering on the edge of panic. When her eyes locked on him, his thoughts evaporated.

"What's... your plan here?" Struggling against his bonds, he edged away in fear.

"Boss, I got an update from the hospital. Jack's legs were shattered, but they've been fixed," White Owl announced, phone in hand.

Isabelle's demeanour turned icy, her gaze piercing.

Hurricane realised he was done for.

Paying no mind to his wounded hands, he desperately crawled away, leaving behind a bloody trail from his wrapped wrists.

"I didn't do it. It was Isaac. He played me. It's not on me." "Here, take this. You still need the needle. Don't stain it." A gun was passed to her.

Isabelle followed the gun's path to George's face.

She stood up, her stare steady, as she locked eyes with the Hurricane boss.

Speech cluded him, his eyes wide with sheer terror fixed on Isabelle.

"Let him loose," she ordered.

Badman tried to butt in, but White Owl stepped in.

White Owl approached Hurricane/ giving him a rough lift and untying the ropes.

Spared from the brink of death, Hurricane lingered in a daze. He gawked at Isabelle, too terrified to budge.

Hurricane only started moving towards the exit, his legs shaking, after a moment of confusion when she motioned towards the door.

He felt like he was being chased by a relentless predator, fearing he'd be caught if he even paused for a moment.

1/3 14:54 Mon, 3 Jun Chapter 84 Nice Shot Watching Isabelle set the man free left the onlookers baffled.

As the guy bolted for the exit, Badman went for his gun, seeking vengeance for Jack.

But before he could, Isabelle beat him to it + Snatching the gun, she loaded a round, aimed, and fired at the Hurricane's leg.

The gunshot reverberated, and the guy crumpled.

Fueled by pure survival, he got back up, hobbling towards the door on his wounded leg.

dir "Boom!" Another shot pierced the air.

Down he went again.

7438 Fear gripped him as he watched Isabelle close in. With his limbs failing him, he fought his way towards the exit, consumed by dread.

Badman, feeling a wave of relief, backed away from his weapon.

Just as he approached the door, someone barred his way.

A set of feet stood in front of him, and as he looked up, he met the girl's nonchalant face She squatted down, gently asking, "Need Dr. Seely to check out your hand?" He looked intensely in her direction.

Bowing slightly, she drew nearer, her crimson lips parting to murmur. "That's me." Hurricane widened his eyes in shock, despair crashing over him like a tidal wave.

He stopped fighting, his energy drained, and his head dropped lifelessly.

Isabelle employed a silver needle to silence his voice, then directed White Owl, "Get smedics here. Keep them breathing until Jack returns to handle them." Turning to Isaac, she remarked, "Make sure they stay alive, and sort out the rest." "Nice shot. George snagged the gun. Isabelle tossed his way.

"Sweet piece, Isabelle commented.

"If you fancy it, it's yours, George offered, passing over the gun he'd carried for years.

Just like earlier, the gun was aimed at her with a polite gesture.

Isabelle politely refused, saying.

them Thanks, but no thanks," and proposed. "Now that Mr. Harris is back, why not pitch in?" She observed from the sidelines. George appeared puzzled, stating, "I don't see where I fit in. Is Miss Jenkins pointing fingers It me?" "No. It's not a difficult thing after all" 2/3 14:54 Mon, 3 Jun Chapter 84 Nice Shot "I had a feeling Miss Jenkins wouldn't sit idle. You're bound to rescue the folks, George remarked.

"That's because my people are also under their control, Isabelle added.

George grinned but stayed quiet.

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After pausing to consider, Isabelle abruptly inquired, "Dylan, given his role as Mr. Harris's henchman, his life must carry significant value, don't you think?"