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

relented to George’s

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

and out of

“Let me see your

request, George extended his hand

scrutinized the still–mending cut on his palm, her fingers delicately tracing its edges as she held his hand in hers, inspecting the injury with a gentle touch.

remarked, his

“What a

inquired, “Huh?”

will leave

once so graceful, was marked by this

hand over, Isabelle’s gaze lingered on a small mole

the

once, but she was soo offhanded with the

tone, and he realised she was being

on your shoulder, and you’re a lady.” George felt for Isabelle every time he thought about her

wanting to dampen the newfound lightness in the air, George sought to alleviate the mood, offering. “It’s a trifling thing for a man like me to bear a

hand, you’re welcome to hold this one more often in the days to

Isabelle’s face, she gently redirected his hand to meet her gaze, a subtle request for his

Isabelle released his hand and closed her eyes, her request clear, “Wash my

a fond smile, George

was paying off, and

nowhere, Isabelle asked, “What’s the

to think.

quiet for a

she declared, “Today’s your birthday.”

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

the slums. She had once asked about the date back then too. It dawned on him now that she had been pondering his birthday