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 solace

injury, cradled her tenderly, lowering his head to nuzzle

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

you’re back on your feet, we’ll

him, and

forward two weeks.

vibrant hubbub of vendors

awash with tents and stalls offering

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

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

customers.

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

of beard adorning his face, she couldn’t suppress a

by hing his

his beard, securing it with a

motion before

remarked, “Shave it

responded with a grin, “Nah,

drawing attention wherever he went, his once easily recognizable face now

a

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

my nerves, Isabelle quipped.

in

photo of him as a

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

hesitated briefly before asserting, “Safety comes

Dark Shadow, these

get it”