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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crying out loud!” Jack shot back, frustrated by Isabelle’s pretence

head, giving him a look. “Well, if you don’t want your embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get

disbelief. “How did you

faint blush tinged

it out in a haze, only to cringe at the memory the next day when

Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure out your way

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nowhere.

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

narrowed her eyes, warning him: Don’t push it too

she’s technically your senior.

the bucket of flowers to Isabelle once more.

quiet, weighing her options.

to steel herself mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze

of irony. Who else in the world would lay

tombstone to bits and buried them

did you say?” Jack asked, not quite catching Isabelle’s mutterings..

the ground, gritting her teeth. “Do I really have

suggested, “If it is, you should probably go ahead and

walked away without

think about breathing a word

seriously threatening your boss, Little Jack?”

grumbled, but after a pause, he continued, “Do you

Isabelle replied curtly.

evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your

nameless.”

of

we at least put up a monument in