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.

s own

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

injury, cradled her tenderly, lowering his head to nuzzle against hers.

he keenly felt Isabelle’s inner turmoil,

you’re back on your feet, we’ll track him down.”

him, and we will

forward two

morning market buzzed with activity, the vibrant hubbub

awash with tents and stalls

lounged casually, basking in the gentle sunlight that bathed her fair

rays, her gaze drifting lazily over the bustling crowd, listening to their hustle just like all the

customers.

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

eyes fell upon the thick patch of beard adorning his face, she

hing his sunglasses.

his beard, securing it

motion before

“Shave it

with a grin,

drawing attention wherever he went, his once easily recognizable face

into the crowd, a trade–off

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distinctive shawl, its vibrant hures and intricate

on my nerves, Isabelle

in silence,

likely snap a photo of him as

George wasn’t unappealing in the least, his features and demeanour retaining a certain charm. Even with his altered appearance, he maintained a certain allure. He could smear mud all

asserting,

Dark Shadow, these

get it” George replied.