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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wash her han

the bathroom sink, Isabelle relented to George’s insistence, concerned that straining her injured shoulder might exacerbate the injury

removed the stitches, a reminder of their shared ordeal remained etched in his skin.

out of the blue,

his sleeves “Let me see your

her unspoken request, George extended

edges as she held his hand in hers, inspecting

nicely.” George remarked, his

“What

inquired, “Huh?”

will leave

so graceful, was marked by this imperfection.

small mole adorning the knuckle of his index finger.

on the better–looking hand too.

hands once, but she was soo offhanded with the remark, he didn’t believe

in her tone, and he realised she was being sincere

and you’re a lady.” George felt for Isabelle every time

to alleviate the mood, offering. “It’s a trifling thing

one more often in the days to come, as he extended

large palm briefly obscured Isabelle’s face, she gently redirected his hand to meet her

and closed her eyes, her request clear,

smile, George

and George was definitely

nowhere, Isabelle asked,

to think. “The

quiet for

she declared, “Today’s your

surprise before the truth of it sank in, bringing a

in that small house in the slums. She had once asked about the date back then too.