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.

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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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her arms around his waist suddenly,

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

keenly felt Isabelle’s

“Once you’re back on your feet, we’ll track

will find him, and

two weeks.

activity, the vibrant hubbub

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

the gentle sunlight that bathed her fair features, lending her

gaze drifting lazily over the bustling

customers.

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

of beard adorning his face, she

by hing his

tidy his

motion before

remarked, “Shave it

grin, “Nah, it’s practical.”

went, his once easily

into the crowd, a trade–off he deemed

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in a locally distinctive shawl, its vibrant hures

my nerves, Isabelle quipped.

her gaze in silence, his expression

of him

retaining a certain charm. Even with his altered appearance, he maintained a certain allure. He could smear mud all over his

asserting,

sighed, “I tricked you. Against Dark

it” George