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.

crying out loud!” Jack shot back,

better get moving. Otherwise, I’ll have White Owl and the gang laughing about your

her in disbelief. “How

tinged

only to cringe

Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure out your way back

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Echoes

nowhere.

have this

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

deal, plus she’s technically your senior. Is it

senior?” Jack questioned, offering the bucket of

stayed quiet, weighing

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

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

this tombstone

Jack asked, not

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

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

stood up and walked away without

you even think about breathing a word about my little bedwetting incident, I …”

you seriously threatening your boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted,

he continued, “Do you know

Isabelle replied curtly.

in orphanages get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your Cheshian culture, “No Name‘

nameless.”

though. What’s the point of

at least put up a