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

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back, frustrated by Isabelle’s pretence

him a look. “Well, if you don’t want your embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get

at her in disbelief. “How did you

faint blush tinged

the leader’s back. He’d blurted it out in a haze, only to cringe at the memory the next

is happening in Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not?

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Echoes of

nowhere.

have this thing

warning him: Don’t

here is a big deal, plus she’s technically your senior. Is it asking

the bucket of flowers to Isabelle once

stayed quiet, weighing her options.

With Jack’s hopeful gaze fixed on her, she turned to look at her tombstone.

world would lay flowers

this was anyone else, I’d have smashed this tombstone to bits and buried them underneath, Isabelle

say?” Jack asked, not quite catching Isabelle’s

gritting her teeth. “Do

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

walked away

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

boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted, arching an

but after a pause, he continued, “Do you know my boss

replied

get given names by the directors.

nameless.”

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

at least put up a monument in her honor?”

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