Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 448 Mission

She isaurd a final caution. “Just stay alert, okay?”

With that, she ended the call and wasted no time exiting the hotel, George trailing close behind.

Yves led the way to the collapsed house, where they uncovered the body beneath a coat swarming with flies, the young boy lying in a serene repose.

The blood underneath was starting to cake together..

A surge of anger welled within Yves. “Damn beast!”

He’d long known of Dark Shadow’s ruthlessness, but seeing its aftermath firsthand stirred a storm of curses.

Seth retrieved the shoes near the doorway, passing them to Jim, who tenderly dressed the boy and swathed him in coat before lifting him up.

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It was evident that Isabelle had sought refuge here, with the aid of the young boy, for several days.

Throughout the night, Isabelle lay in bed, her gaze fixed on the shadowy ceiling. George hesitating to disturb her.

From the preceding night to this moment, she had scarcely spoken a word.

“His name was Adrian,” she murmured suddenly, her tone gentle. Knowing she rarely referred to him by name, Adrian assumed she had forgotten and gently reminded her multiple times.

Turning towards her, George spoke softly, “I remember. He mentioned his name when we first met.”

“I shouldn’t have dragged him into this, George lamented.

Even if Adrian had grown up scavenging in the slum, enduring a life of destitution, at least he would still be alive.

In the quiet of the room, Isabelle’s sudden movement caught George off guard. He started to rise, concerned for her well–being. “Watch your wound, he cautioned,

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her arms around his waist suddenly, seeking solace in his

of her shoulder injury, cradled her tenderly, lowering

keenly felt Isabelle’s inner

suffice, George pledged, “Once you’re

him, and we will

forward two weeks.

early morning market buzzed with activity, the vibrant

sun, the marketplace thrived, awash with tents and stalls offering an array of

the gentle

her gaze drifting lazily over the

customers.

turned her gaze to the person before her. Across from her sat a man of imposing stature,

the thick patch of beard adorning his face, she couldn’t suppress

hing his sunglasses.

the man reached up to tidy his beard, securing it

motion before

remarked, “Shave

a grin, “Nah, it’s

drawing attention wherever he went, his once easily recognizable

the crowd, a trade–off

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was adorned in a locally distinctive shawl, its vibrant hures and intricate patterns wrapping her in warmth and

getting on my

gaze in

phone, she’d likely snap a photo of him as a memento, setting

his altered appearance, he maintained a certain

before asserting, “Safety comes

tricked you. Against Dark Shadow, these childish disguises hardly

get it”