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 Isabelle’s pretence of being responsible.

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

stared at her in disbelief. “How did you

faint blush tinged Jack’s

deliriously lying on the leader’s back. He’d blurted it out in a haze, only to cringe at the memory the next

Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you

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nowhere.

the Cheshians have this thing about offering flowers

Don’t push

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

Jack questioned, offering the bucket of

quiet, weighing her

mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze fixed on her, she turned to look

but feel a surreal sense of irony. Who else in the world would lay flowers

I’d have smashed this tombstone to bits and buried them

asked,

planted the bucket into the ground, gritting her teeth. “Do

is, you should probably go ahead

up and walked away

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

boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted, arching an eyebrow.

“Do you know my boss well?

Isabelle replied

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

nameless.”

point of knowing her name now?” Isabelle countered.

up a monument