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 suddenly, seeking solace

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

Isabelle’s inner turmoil, sharing in her remorse.

pledged, “Once you’re back

find him, and we

forward two

with activity, the vibrant hubbub of vendors and shoppers

the marketplace thrived, awash with tents and stalls offering

a breakfast stall, a young woman lounged casually, basking in the gentle sunlight that bathed her fair

demeanor softened beneath the sun’s gentle rays, her gaze drifting lazily over the bustling

customers.

a man of imposing stature, towering above

upon the thick patch of beard

hing his

to tidy his beard, securing

motion before

woman remarked, “Shave it

a grin, “Nah, it’s practical.”

drawing attention wherever he went, his once easily

a trade–off he

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vibrant hures and intricate patterns wrapping her in warmth and elegance.

getting on my nerves, Isabelle quipped.

met her gaze in silence, his expression

Isabelle had her phone, she’d likely snap a photo of him as a memento,

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

hesitated briefly before asserting, “Safety comes first.”

you. Against Dark Shadow,

it” George replied.