Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 450 Joker

Isabelle fixed her gaze upon the monitor, lips slightly parted as she addressed the figure on the other side. “Joker.”

Her message rang out with ominous brevity, “You’re next.”

The technicians efficiently relayed Isabelle’s directive to the enigmatic figure. known as Dark Shadow Chief–Joker, their fingers dancing over the console.

Joker, you’re next

Joker, you’re next‘

Joker, you’re next‘

Joker…

Isabelle’s voice resonated throughout the vast hall, a subtle warning echoing in the

air

Despite the gravity of her words, Joker seemed entranced by a haunting melody emanating from a violin, its notes weaving a spell around him.

After a contemplative pause, he spoke, his voice tinged with nostalgia, “Her voice, it’s reminiscent of hers.”

Turning towards the young man by his side, his features sharp with determination, Joker addressed him directly, “If you desire to stay, then stay. There’s no need to return to Death Gate. Join the shadow team and assume Storm Shadow’s role.”

Jacques answered curtly, “Yes.”

Joker cautioned, “Hold your celebrations. There are conditions.”

With Adrian’s vendetta settled and Isabelle resolving a lingering matter, a sense of relief washed over them, lifting the oppressive atmosphere that had lingered for days.

Yet, despite this respite, Isabelle harbored a lingering animosity within her.

Later, within the confines of a hotel room, Isabelle reclined on the bed, her head

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her han

George’s insistence, concerned that straining her

palm had healed considerably since Isabelle removed the

of the

“Let me see

extended his hand towards her.

delicately tracing its edges as she held his hand in hers, inspecting

George remarked, his tone tinged with reassurance.

“What a

inquired,

will leave

graceful, was marked

on a small mole adorning the

the

but she was soo offhanded with the remark, he didn’t believe it.

tone, and he realised she was being sincere back then.

you’re a lady.” George felt for Isabelle every time he thought about

the air, George sought to alleviate the mood, offering. “It’s a trifling thing for a man like me

the days

obscured Isabelle’s face, she gently redirected his

a word, Isabelle released his hand and closed her eyes,

a fond smile, George obliged.

off, and George was

asked, “What’s the date

to think.

grew quiet for

“Today’s your

before the truth of it sank

back to when they lived in that small house in the slums. She had once asked about the date back then too. It dawned on him now that she had