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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arms around his waist suddenly, seeking

mindful of her shoulder injury, cradled her tenderly, lowering his head to nuzzle against

keenly felt Isabelle’s inner turmoil, sharing

suffice, George pledged, “Once you’re back on your feet,

him, and we will kill

two weeks.

vibrant hubbub of vendors and shoppers filling the air.

the warm winter sun, the marketplace thrived, awash with tents and stalls offering an array of goods.

in the gentle

gaze drifting lazily over the bustling crowd, listening to their hustle just like all the other.

customers.

her sat a man of imposing stature, towering above the low table under the canopy of the

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

hing his

tidy his beard, securing it

motion before

“Shave it

with a grin,

attention wherever he went, his once easily recognizable face

into the crowd, a trade–off he deemed worthwhile.

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

on my nerves,

in silence,

she’d likely snap a photo of him

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

before asserting, “Safety comes first.”

Against Dark Shadow, these childish disguises hardly matter.”

get it” George