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.

loud!” Jack shot back, frustrated

you’d better get moving. Otherwise, I’ll have White Owl and the gang

disbelief.

faint blush tinged

happened while he was injured, deliriously lying on the leader’s back. He’d blurted it out in a haze, only to cringe at the memory the next day

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.

noted, “I know the Cheshians have this thing

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

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

the bucket of flowers to Isabelle

quiet, weighing

took a moment to steel herself mentally. With Jack’s hopeful

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

tombstone to bits and buried them underneath, Isabelle

asked, not quite catching Isabelle’s

teeth. “Do I really have

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

walked

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

seriously threatening your boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted, arching an eyebrow.

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

Isabelle replied curtly.

given names by the directors. I asked White

nameless.”

though. What’s the point of knowing her name

up a monument in her honor?” Jack