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.

shot back, frustrated by

you don’t want your embarrassing secrets spilled, you’d better get moving. Otherwise, I’ll have White Owl and the gang laughing

stared at her in disbelief. “How

faint blush tinged

happened while he was injured, deliriously lying on the leader’s back. He’d blurted it out in a haze, only to cringe at the memory the next day when

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

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75 Echoes of

nowhere.

have this

him: Don’t push

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

the bucket of

weighing her options.

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

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

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

Jack asked, not quite catching Isabelle’s

gritting her teeth. “Do I really have to go

suggested, “If it is, you should probably go ahead and do

and walked

up, speaking assertively. “If you even think about breathing a word about my little bedwetting incident, I …”

you seriously threatening your boss, Little

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

replied curtly.

Jack pressed, his confusion evident. “Even orphans in orphanages get given names by the directors. I asked White Owl, and in your

nameless.”

point of knowing her

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