Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 75 Echoes of Secrets

As Isabelle exited the car, she spotted several toppled wine cups scattered on the ground, Jack was sitting nearby, deep in conversation.

“In Cheshian tradition, we’re only supposed to mourn for three days. That’s all we need, Jack remarked casually.

His attention shifted as Isabelle approached.

“Are those tears?” Isabelle asked, noticing his reddened eyes.

Jack furrowed his brow. “How did you even find this place? Only my boss and I know about it.”

Having tagged along with a crew of seasoned mercenaries on a mission, Jack had been caught in an ainbush by enemies, emerging as the lone survivor.

If their boss had not arrived just in time, Jack wouldn’t have made it out alive either. No Name had carried him, severely injured, to this very spot.

Squatting down beside him, Isabelle peered at the tombstone and couldn’t help but think to herself: It was a stroke of luck that there wasn’t a faded old photograph of him stuck on it, that would’ve been downright

ecric.

“Just so you know. I’m not just handy with a blade–I can take on thirty–five foes at once–and I’ve got connections all over the underworld. There’s nothing about Blackwater that escapes my notice, Isabelle disclosed.

“Did my boss spill the beans on you?” Jack asked.

“Hey, remember, I’m calling the shots now,” Isabelle corrected him.

“Hmph, Jack grumbled, turning his head

away.

“Alright, let’s wrap this up. Stick with me; don’t wander off like a lost puppy,” Isabelle instructed, standing

1. up.

24, for crying out loud!” Jack shot back, frustrated by Isabelle’s pretence of being

a look. “Well, if you don’t want your embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get moving. Otherwise, I’ll have White Owl and the

at her in disbelief. “How did you find out?”

faint blush tinged

a haze, only to cringe at the memory the

in Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If

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nowhere.

Jack’s gesture, Isabelle noted, “I know the Cheshians have this thing about offering flowers

eyes, warning him: Don’t push it too

she’s technically your senior. Is

the bucket of flowers to Isabelle once more.

quiet, weighing her options.

of flowers, Isabelle took a moment to steel herself mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze

else in the world would lay

else, I’d have smashed this tombstone to

did you say?” Jack asked, not quite catching

planted the bucket into the ground, gritting her teeth. “Do I really have

is, you

and walked away without

to catch up, speaking assertively. “If you even think about breathing a word about my little

you seriously threatening your boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted, arching

continued, “Do you know my boss well? Like, her real name?”

Isabelle replied

given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your Cheshian culture,

nameless.”

though. What’s the point of knowing

put up a monument