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.

loud!” Jack shot back, frustrated by

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 Owl and the gang laughing about your bedwetting

in disbelief. “How did

tinged Jack’s cheeks.

in a haze, only

are you

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Echoes

nowhere.

know the Cheshians have this thing about offering flowers to

eyes, warning him: Don’t push it too

senior. Is it

Jack questioned, offering the bucket

quiet, weighing her

Isabelle took a moment to steel herself mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze fixed on her,

of irony. Who else in the world would lay flowers on their own grave? It was a sight to behold,

tombstone to bits and buried them

asked, not quite catching Isabelle’s

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

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

stood up and walked away

about breathing a word

seriously threatening your boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle

pause, he continued, “Do you know

replied curtly.

names by the directors. I asked White Owl,

nameless.”

the point of knowing her

we at least put up a monument in her honor?”