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.

24, for crying out loud!” Jack shot back, frustrated

don’t want your embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get

in disbelief. “How did you

tinged Jack’s cheeks.

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

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

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nowhere.

Cheshians have this thing about offering flowers

Don’t push it too far,

she’s technically your senior. Is it asking too

the bucket of flowers

weighing her options.

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

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

have smashed this tombstone to bits and buried them underneath,

Jack asked, not quite

teeth. “Do

Cheshian thing?” Jack suggested, “If it is,

up and walked

even think about breathing a word about my

threatening your boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted,

after a pause, he continued, “Do you know my boss well? Like,

Isabelle replied

names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in

nameless.”

though. What’s the point of knowing her

at least put up a monument in her