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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crying out loud!” Jack shot back, frustrated

“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

her in disbelief. “How did you find out?”

faint blush tinged Jack’s cheeks.

a haze, only to cringe at the memory the next

I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure

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nowhere.

the Cheshians have this thing about offering

warning him: Don’t push it too

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

bucket of flowers to Isabelle once

quiet, weighing her options.

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

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

else, I’d have smashed this tombstone

say?” Jack asked, not

“Do I

suggested, “If it is, you

stood up and walked away without

even think about

boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted, arching

but after a pause, he continued, “Do you know my boss well? Like, her real

replied

evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your Cheshian culture, “No Name‘ signifies she’s

nameless.”

of knowing

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