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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dariead and

chaka

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to such lackluster fare, worrying incessantly

up. Isabelle couldn’t help but notice how

reached over and tugged

the discarded beard from the table and tucked

remarked, expecting him to toss

trash.

finished his noodles leisurely and quipped, “I’m keeping it. You know, for

at her, a mischievous

nuance in his

Isabelle was speechless.

didn’t want to take it off. I

him a

the area with a cold, calculating gaze through

she whispered softly to George across the table..

lifted his gaze, Isabelle

George followed Isabelle’s

the Ardon man, a mole marking his chin, standing at a modest height of about five

man, unable to locate his

turned around only

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hesitated to engage. Regardless of his ability to overpower George, the consequences of eliminating such a prominent

decisive choice, the assassin

as

the sight of Isabelle, the assassin’s heart raced. In Dark Shadow circles, Isabelle’s reputation for prowess was legendary. Even the most esteemed elders and predecessors