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.

Jack shot back, frustrated by Isabelle’s pretence of being responsible.

spilled, you’d better get moving. Otherwise,

disbelief. “How did

faint blush tinged

back. He’d blurted it out in a haze, only to

that I don’t know about. So, are you

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Echoes

nowhere.

have this thing about offering flowers to the

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

departed here is a big deal, plus she’s technically your senior.

the bucket of flowers to Isabelle once

quiet, weighing her options.

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

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

tombstone to bits

Jack asked, not

“Do I really have to go through with this

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

up and walked away without a

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

Little Jack?” Isabelle interrupted, arching an

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

Isabelle replied curtly.

you mean, ‘no?” Jack pressed, his confusion 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.”

passed away, though. What’s the point of knowing

least put up a monument in her