Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 423 Not the First

When Isabelle saw the one who threw the darts, she froze.

Finished

The man had a lean build, sharp features, and a cold expression that never seemed to smile. He always. wore black looking remarkably like Jacques, but he wasn’t him

Isabelle could hardly believe it. She muttered, “Storm Shadow!”

This was a face she could never mistake.

Moon Shadow was equally shocked when she saw Storm Shadow. He had been sure that Storm Shadow was dead. How could this be? He glanced at Clubs.

Finally, Moon Shadow believed Isabelle’s earlier words that Blood Shadow hadn’t died from a mission failure, but due to the cloning experiments in the Brookhaven lab.

Apparently, Storm Shadow met the same fate.

Clubs observed Isabelle’s reaction. He felt a slight easing of the anger in his heart. He was filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

“Hmm, so you know him. I’m no longer curious about your connection to Blood Shadow, but now I’m interested again.”

He was curious to see that she recognised Storm Shadow and had such a strong reaction.

“Give it a few more years, and we’ll leave Dark Shadow and live a normal life in the city you love.”

Isabelle stood there. She looked at the man who had been by her side since she could remember, and who had walked with her for nearly twenty years.

Storm Shadow’s words echoed in her mind, and everything felt like it was just yesterday.

into a

smiled and not responded back then.

Shadow’s death, she regretted countless times not voicing

she shouldn’t leave him with so

had never thought there was anything wrong with Dark

and the organization provided her with learning opportunities. She didn’t resent the survival of the fittest philosophy.

anything wrong with being an assassin, especially with

Shadow’s relentless surveillance began to irritate

there, she never thought

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he suggested leaving the

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returning. She looked at the familiar face, her palms pierced by

Shadow; she had buried him

“Isabelle spoke,

had thought she was

standing before her, everything

same way while she was in the cage,

subject and never

asked, a momentary sense of dread gripped her. She didn’t dare to think

painful and torturous the process was. She never wanted

time of her gene

about the agony Storm Shadow must have

Until now.