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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out loud!” Jack shot back, frustrated by Isabelle’s

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

in disbelief. “How did you find out?”

faint blush tinged Jack’s

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

know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure

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nowhere.

Jack’s gesture, Isabelle noted, “I know the Cheshians have this thing about offering

narrowed her eyes, warning him: Don’t push it

departed here is a big deal, plus she’s technically your senior. Is it asking too much to pay some respects to

senior?” Jack questioned, offering the bucket of flowers to Isabelle

stayed quiet, weighing her options.

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

Who else in the world would lay flowers on their own grave? It was a sight

I’d have smashed this tombstone to bits and buried them underneath, Isabelle muttered.

you say?” Jack asked, not

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

Cheshian thing?” Jack suggested, “If it is, you should probably go

up and walked away without a word.

assertively. “If you even think about breathing a word about my little

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

continued, “Do you know my

Isabelle replied

confusion evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by the

nameless.”

What’s the point of knowing her name

at least put up a