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 Isabelle’s pretence

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

in disbelief.

faint blush tinged

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

nothing is happening in Blackwater that I don’t know about. So, are you tagging along or not? If not, you can figure out

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nowhere.

the Cheshians have this thing

narrowed her eyes, warning him: Don’t

she’s technically your senior. Is it asking too much to

bucket of flowers to Isabelle once

stayed quiet, weighing

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

couldn’t help but feel a surreal sense of irony. Who else in the world would lay flowers on their own grave? It was a

this tombstone to

you say?” Jack asked, not quite catching

forcefully planted the bucket into the ground, gritting her teeth. “Do I

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

stood up and walked away

even think about breathing a word about

your boss, Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted, arching an eyebrow.

Jack grumbled, but after a pause, he continued, “Do you

Isabelle replied curtly.

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

nameless.”

of knowing her name

least put up a