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

bathroom sink, Isabelle relented to George’s insistence, concerned that

the scar on George’s palm had healed considerably since Isabelle removed the stitches, a reminder of their shared ordeal remained etched

out of the blue,

his sleeves “Let me see your

extended his hand towards her.

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

nicely.” George remarked, his tone tinged

commented, “What

inquired,

will leave a

so graceful, was marked by this imperfection.

on a small mole adorning the knuckle of his index

the better–looking hand too.

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

noticed the hint of regret in her tone,

you’re a lady.” George felt for

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

hold this one more often in the days

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

and closed her eyes, her request clear, “Wash

a fond smile,

was paying off, and

Isabelle asked, “What’s the

to think.

for a

declared, “Today’s your

before the truth of it sank in,

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