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

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out loud!” Jack shot back, frustrated by Isabelle’s pretence

“Well, if you don’t want your embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get moving. Otherwise, I’ll have White Owl and the gang laughing about your bedwetting escapade

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

tinged Jack’s

only to cringe

in Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure out your way back later,”

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nowhere.

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

Don’t push it too

senior. Is it

questioned, offering the bucket of flowers to Isabelle once more.

weighing her options.

the bucket of flowers, Isabelle took a moment to steel herself mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze fixed on her, she turned

surreal sense of irony. Who else in the world would lay flowers on their own

else, I’d have smashed this tombstone to bits and buried them underneath,

say?” Jack asked, not

her teeth. “Do I really have to go

suggested, “If it is, you should probably go ahead and

stood up and walked away without a word.

assertively. “If you even think about breathing a word

Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted, arching an eyebrow.

pause, he continued, “Do you know

replied

orphanages get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl,

nameless.”

though. What’s the point of knowing her name now?” Isabelle countered.

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