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

shoulder injury, cradled her tenderly, lowering

moment, he keenly felt Isabelle’s inner turmoil, sharing

pledged, “Once you’re back on your

will find him, and we will kill him.

forward two weeks.

buzzed with activity, the vibrant

with tents and stalls offering

basking in the gentle sunlight that bathed

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

customers.

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

thick patch of beard adorning his

hing

the man reached up to tidy his

motion before

woman remarked, “Shave it

a grin,

went, his

into the crowd, a trade–off he

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a locally distinctive shawl, its vibrant hures and

on my nerves, Isabelle quipped.

her gaze in silence, his expression

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

features and demeanour retaining a certain charm. Even with his altered

before asserting, “Safety comes first.”

Against Dark Shadow, these childish disguises hardly matter.”

get it” George replied.