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

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

had healed considerably since Isabelle removed the stitches, a reminder of their shared ordeal

and out of the blue,

sleeves “Let me see your

request, George extended his

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

George remarked, his tone tinged

commented, “What

inquired, “Huh?”

elaborated, “It will leave a

was marked by this imperfection.

on a small mole adorning the

the better–looking

but she was soo offhanded with the remark, he

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

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

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

hold this one more often in the days to come, as

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

closed her eyes, her request clear, “Wash my hair.”

fond smile,

off, and George

asked,

to think. “The sixteenth.”

grew quiet for

“Today’s your

sank in, bringing a warmth that spread

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