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

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

faint blush tinged Jack’s

the leader’s back. He’d blurted it out in a haze, only to cringe at the memory the next day when

that nothing is happening in Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along

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Echoes

nowhere.

Cheshians have this thing about

eyes, warning him: Don’t push it

technically your senior. Is

offering the bucket of flowers to Isabelle once

weighing her

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

but feel a surreal sense of irony. Who else in the world would lay flowers on their

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

you say?” Jack asked, not quite catching Isabelle’s

teeth. “Do I really have to go through

“If it is, you should

walked away without a

think about breathing a word about my little bedwetting incident, I …”

Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted, arching

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

replied

evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your Cheshian

nameless.”

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

at least put up a monument in her honor?”