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

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

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 laughing about your bedwetting escapade when you were five.”

stared at her in disbelief.

tinged Jack’s cheeks.

only to cringe at the

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

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nowhere.

“I know the Cheshians have this thing about offering flowers to the departed.”

Don’t push it too far,

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

Jack questioned, offering the bucket of flowers to

weighing her

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

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

have smashed this tombstone to bits and buried them underneath, Isabelle

asked, not quite catching

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

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

up and walked away without

to catch up, speaking assertively. “If you even think about breathing a word

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

“Do you know my

Isabelle replied curtly.

do you mean, ‘no?” Jack pressed, his confusion evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by

nameless.”

point of knowing

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