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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back, frustrated by Isabelle’s pretence of being responsible.

embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get

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

blush tinged Jack’s

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

in Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along

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nowhere.

Isabelle noted, “I know the Cheshians have this thing about offering

him: Don’t push it too far, kidl.

she’s technically your senior. Is it asking too much

senior?” Jack questioned, offering the bucket of

stayed quiet, weighing her options.

moment to steel herself mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze fixed on her, she

in the world

smashed this tombstone

Jack asked, not

her teeth. “Do

this some Cheshian thing?” Jack suggested, “If it is, you should probably go ahead and

up and walked away without a word.

assertively. “If you even think about breathing a word about my little bedwetting

seriously threatening your boss, Little

after a pause, he continued, “Do you

Isabelle replied

evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by the

nameless.”

the point of knowing her

a