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.

out loud!” Jack shot back, frustrated by Isabelle’s pretence of being responsible.

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 Owl and the gang

disbelief. “How did you find out?”

blush tinged Jack’s

was injured, deliriously lying on the leader’s back. He’d blurted it out in a haze, only to cringe at the memory the

So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure out your way back

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Echoes of

nowhere.

the Cheshians have this thing about offering flowers to

warning him: Don’t push it too far, kidl.

your senior. Is it asking

senior?” Jack questioned, offering the bucket of flowers

quiet, weighing her

steel herself mentally. With Jack’s hopeful gaze fixed on

else in the world would lay flowers on their own grave? It was a

anyone else, I’d have smashed this tombstone to bits and

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

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

it is,

up and walked

up, speaking assertively. “If you even think about

boss, Little

continued, “Do you know my boss well? Like,

replied curtly.

orphanages get given names by the directors.

nameless.”

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

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