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.

shot back, frustrated by Isabelle’s pretence of

secrets spilled, you’d better get moving. Otherwise, I’ll have

her in disbelief. “How

tinged Jack’s cheeks.

only to cringe at the memory the next day when he came to it. Not even his late parents

keep in mind that nothing is happening in Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure out your way back

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nowhere.

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

her eyes, warning him: Don’t push

she’s technically your senior. Is it asking

senior?” Jack questioned, offering the bucket of flowers to Isabelle once

quiet, weighing her

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

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

this tombstone to bits and buried them underneath,

Jack asked, not quite

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

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

and walked away without a word.

even think about breathing a word about my little bedwetting incident,

you seriously threatening your boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted, arching

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

Isabelle replied curtly.

evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your Cheshian culture, “No Name‘ signifies she’s

nameless.”

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

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