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

get moving. Otherwise, I’ll have White Owl and the gang laughing about your bedwetting escapade

her in disbelief.

tinged

deliriously lying on the leader’s back. He’d blurted it out in a haze, only to cringe at the memory the next day when he came to it. Not even his late

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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75 Echoes of

nowhere.

Jack’s gesture, Isabelle noted, “I know the Cheshians have this

him: Don’t push it

your senior. Is it asking too much to pay

senior?” Jack questioned, offering the bucket of

quiet, weighing her options.

a moment to steel herself mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze fixed on

the world would lay flowers

smashed this tombstone to

you say?” Jack asked, not quite catching

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

some Cheshian thing?” Jack suggested, “If it is, you should

and walked

you even think about

boss, Little Jack?”

he continued, “Do you know my

Isabelle replied curtly.

get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your Cheshian

nameless.”

though. What’s the point of

a monument in her honor?”