Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 449 Disguise

“I could help you craft a disguise so convincing that even Dylan wouldn’t suspect a thing.” Isabelle suggested.

“He wouldn’t suspect it’s me, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t recognize me,” George remarked.

“You certainly have a way with words,” Isabelle noted.

“Keep going.” George encouraged.

Isabelle’s gaze drifted toward a clothing stall in the distance. “That red skirt and blue–green shawl,” she mused, before selecting a hat from another stall. “And that pink and white hat with a veil. You’d make quite the elegant lady.”

As George beheld the ensemble, a chill ran down his spine. It was clear this was all in good fun. Donning such attire, Dylan would surely be none the wiser.

“Are you sure I won’t stick out like a sore thumb in Etreau with my height and build?” George questioned, his stature alone making him conspicuous.

Expecting playful banter in response, George was surprised when Isabelle replied earnestly, “You’ll stand out, but not enough to raise my suspicion.”

The idea left George conflicted. “Wearing a skirt will not only attract unwanted attention but also hinder my ability to move freely, let alone escape if need be.”

Isabelle countered, “Or you could simply make them burst into laughter, even if they’ve been trained not to.”

No one would expect this level of disguise.

George chuckled, noting the amusement dancing in Isabelle’s eyes. “You seem to take great pleasure in teasing me.”

“What, you have a problem with that?”

George shook his head. “Not at all.”

Isabelle abandoned her teasing and reached for her fork to tackle the noodles.

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her to such lackluster fare,

up. Isabelle couldn’t help but notice how inconvenient George’s voluminous

second thought, she reached over and tugged at it.

the soreness in his face from the pulling, George retrieved the discarded beard from the table and tucked

expecting him to toss

trash.

leisurely and quipped, “I’m keeping it. You know, for future poking

an eyebrow at her, a mischievous glint

was a subtle nuance in his words that Isabelle failed to

Isabelle was speechless.

to take it off. I knew it. He’s

him a

attention was drawn to an Ardon man scanning the area with a cold, calculating gaze through the gap in the

she whispered softly

George lifted his gaze, Isabelle rose from

Isabelle’s lead,

the Ardon man, a mole marking his chin, standing at

unable to locate his target, swiftly retreated from the alley.

only to find

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ability to overpower George, the consequences of eliminating such a prominent

decisive choice, the assassin opted to

was thwarted as Isabelle intercepted his path.

assassin’s heart raced. In Dark Shadow circles, Isabelle’s reputation for prowess was legendary. Even