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

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

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

and out of the blue,

rolled his sleeves “Let

request, George extended

edges as

George remarked, his tone tinged

commented, “What a shame.”

George inquired, “Huh?”

will

so graceful, was

hand over, Isabelle’s gaze lingered on a small mole adorning the knuckle of

the better–looking hand too.

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

the hint of regret in her tone, and he realised she was being

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

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

often in the days to come, as he extended his other unblemished hand towards

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

his hand and closed her eyes, her request clear, “Wash

a fond smile, George

and George was definitely improving.

nowhere, Isabelle asked, “What’s the

to think. “The

for

“Today’s your birthday.”

the truth of it sank

about the date back then too. It dawned on him now that