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 by Isabelle’s pretence of being

want your embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get moving. Otherwise, I’ll have White Owl and the gang

disbelief. “How did you

faint blush tinged

a haze, only

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

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nowhere.

noted, “I know the Cheshians have this thing

warning him: Don’t push it too far,

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

bucket

quiet, weighing

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

the world would lay flowers on their

tombstone to bits and buried them underneath, Isabelle

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

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

suggested, “If it is, you should probably go

stood up and walked

you even think about breathing a word about my little

threatening your boss, Little Jack?”

continued, “Do you know my boss well?

replied curtly.

evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names

nameless.”

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

at least put up a monument in her