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.

Jack shot back,

if you don’t want your embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get moving. Otherwise, I’ll

in disbelief. “How did you find out?”

tinged

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

I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along

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nowhere.

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

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

a big deal, plus she’s technically your senior. Is it asking too much

bucket of flowers to Isabelle once

weighing her options.

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

the world would lay flowers on their own grave? It

smashed this tombstone to bits and buried

Jack asked, not

into the ground, gritting her teeth. “Do

suggested, “If it is, you should probably

stood up and walked

catch up, speaking assertively. “If you even think about breathing a word about my little bedwetting incident, I

threatening your boss, Little

he continued, “Do you

replied

Jack pressed, his confusion evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your Cheshian culture,

nameless.”

point of knowing her

put up a