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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shot back, frustrated

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 you

at her in disbelief. “How did

faint blush tinged Jack’s cheeks.

only to cringe at the memory the next day when he

mind that nothing is happening in Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure

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nowhere.

know the Cheshians have this thing about offering flowers to the

warning him: Don’t push it

deal, plus she’s technically your senior. Is it asking too much to pay some

bucket of flowers to Isabelle

quiet, weighing

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

sense of irony. Who else in the world

have smashed this tombstone to bits and

did you say?” Jack asked, not

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

it is, you should probably

up and walked away

catch up, speaking assertively. “If you even think about breathing a word about my little bedwetting incident, I …”

Little Jack?” Isabelle

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

replied curtly.

do you mean, ‘no?” Jack pressed, his confusion evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your Cheshian culture, “No Name‘ signifies

nameless.”

point of knowing her name now?”

put up a monument in her