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

sink, Isabelle relented to George’s insistence, concerned that straining her injured shoulder

healed considerably since Isabelle removed the stitches, a reminder of their shared ordeal remained etched in his

out of the

“Let me see your hand.”

unspoken request, George extended

scrutinized the still–mending cut on his palm, her fingers delicately tracing its edges as she held his hand in

nicely.” George remarked, his tone

commented, “What a shame.”

George inquired, “Huh?”

“It will leave a

was

a small mole adorning the knuckle of his index

on the better–looking hand

was soo offhanded with the remark, he didn’t believe

hint of regret in her tone, and he realised she

scar is nothing compared to the one on your shoulder, and you’re a lady.” George felt for Isabelle every time

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

the days to come, as he extended his other unblemished hand towards her.

his hand to

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

fond smile,

paying off, and

Isabelle asked,

to think. “The sixteenth.”

for a moment.

she declared, “Today’s your birthday.”

in surprise before the truth of it sank in, bringing a warmth that spread through him.

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