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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loud!” Jack shot back,

tilted her head, giving him a look. “Well, if you don’t want your embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get moving. Otherwise, I’ll have White

stared at her in disbelief. “How did you find

blush tinged

leader’s back. He’d blurted it out in a haze, only to cringe at the memory the next day when he came

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

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nowhere.

noted, “I know the Cheshians have this thing about

Don’t

senior. Is it

offering the bucket of flowers to Isabelle once more.

stayed quiet, weighing her

bucket of flowers, Isabelle took a moment to steel herself mentally. With Jack’s

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

anyone else, I’d have smashed this tombstone to bits and buried them underneath, Isabelle muttered.

say?” Jack asked,

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

it is, you should probably

stood up and walked away

up, speaking assertively. “If you even think about breathing

Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted,

Jack grumbled, but after a pause, he continued, “Do you know my

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given names by the directors.

nameless.”

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

a monument