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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waist

shoulder injury, cradled her tenderly, lowering his

he keenly felt Isabelle’s inner

empty reassurances wouldn’t suffice, George pledged, “Once you’re

him, and

forward two weeks.

market buzzed with activity, the vibrant hubbub of

the warm winter sun, the marketplace thrived, awash with

gentle sunlight that bathed her fair

drifting lazily over

customers.

her gaze to the person before her. Across from her sat a man of imposing stature, towering above the low table under the canopy of the

beard adorning his face,

by hing

his beard, securing

motion before

“Shave it off.”

a grin, “Nah, it’s

went, his once easily recognizable face now

crowd, a trade–off he deemed worthwhile.

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

on my

in silence, his expression

snap a photo of him as a

his altered appearance, he maintained a certain allure. He could smear mud all over his face, and he’d still look

before asserting,

you. Against Dark Shadow,

it”