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.

Jack shot back, frustrated by

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

stared at her in disbelief. “How did

faint blush tinged Jack’s cheeks.

blurted it out in a haze, only to cringe at the memory the

you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure out

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nowhere.

have this

eyes, warning him: Don’t push it too

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

offering the bucket of flowers

quiet, weighing her options.

took a moment to steel herself mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze fixed on her, she turned to look at

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

else, I’d have smashed this tombstone to bits

did you say?” Jack asked, not quite

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

it is, you

and walked away without a word.

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

your boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle

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

replied curtly.

mean, ‘no?” Jack pressed, his confusion evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by the directors. I

nameless.”

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

up a monument in her honor?” Jack suggested.