Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 374 Jack Misses Her

Ethan was puzzled and asked, “Jack? Where are you going?”

He struggled to keep up with Jack’s pace.

At the dining table, Jack was absent.

Ethan arrived fashionably late.

Isabelle was eating breakfast and asked, “Where’s Jack?”

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“He’s in his room. I don’t know why he’s so mad. I called him for breakfast, but he refused. I’ll bring it to him later.

It was the first time Ethan had seen Jack angry, and he had no idea what had happened. It was frightening.

George, who had just finished his shower and changed back into his clothes, glanced at Isabelle without saying a word.

He had seen it earlier in the boxing room–Jack had slammed the door shut in a rage. Was Jack angry because he liked Isabelle?

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing. He simply has a temper,” White Owl said.

He knew Jack well, and he understood that he had transferred his feelings for No Name to Isabelle. No Name had once bombed the God’s Armament Alliance, and Jack, as No Name’s follower, naturally couldn’t stand the alliance either. He assumed that No Name and the alliance were enemies.

If Isabelle got together with No Name’s enemy, it would be complicated for Jack.

He still had a childlike possessiveness, and he wanted Isabelle to manage the Blackwaters well and make

them thrive.

Jack hoped Isabelle would only be the leader of the Blackwaters.

After breakfast, Isabelle went to find Jack.

She closed the door behind her and approached Jack, who was sitting on the couch.

“Little Jack?” she called.

his dagger. He ignored her.

sat down beside him and asked, “You’re not jealous of

jealous, but it was a different kind of

flatter yourself!” Jack snapped.

to him after a few taps, saying,

gifts, but he couldn’t help glancing at the phone. Just as

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Jack

a picture of No

to the ground, nearly cutting

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the photo, oblivious to anything else. He looked at Isabelle in disbelief. His

moved the phone

time. Once you’ve finished, I’ll send them to

phone, eyes fixed on

a stunning, opulent evening gown, mingling in

her an enchantress–a beauty

Jack had never

a single photo of her. This was a

on his memories to think of

the pictures, unable to look

away, seemingly to wipe away tears, then awkwardly turned his back to Isabelle, not

struggled to

had made

pang of

Blackwaters, Jack was the one she cared for

“Actually…”

that she

moment, she

She would wait until they resolved their

still with his back to her. He was flipping through the photos, occasionally enlarging them to examine every detail.

candid shots of No

sofa, eating, sleeping, shooting, driving,

nhotine made No Name feel

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Jack