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

her head, giving him 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 gang laughing about your bedwetting escapade when

stared at her in disbelief. “How

faint blush tinged Jack’s

a haze, only to cringe at the memory the next day when he came to

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

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75 Echoes of

nowhere.

“I know the Cheshians have this thing about offering flowers

narrowed her eyes, warning him: Don’t push it too far,

here is a big deal, plus she’s technically your senior. Is it asking too much

questioned, offering the bucket

quiet, weighing her

mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze fixed on her, she turned to look

sense of irony. Who else in the world would lay flowers on their own grave? It

tombstone to bits and buried them underneath, Isabelle

say?” Jack asked, not quite catching

planted the bucket into the ground, gritting her teeth. “Do I really have to go through with this flower thing?”

Cheshian thing?” Jack suggested, “If it is, you should

and walked away without

you even think about breathing

boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle

after a pause, he continued, “Do

Isabelle replied curtly.

get given names by

nameless.”

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

a monument in her