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

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

scar on George’s palm had healed considerably since Isabelle removed the

and out of the

his sleeves “Let me see

her unspoken request, George extended

its edges as she held his hand in hers,

healing nicely.” George remarked, his tone tinged with

commented, “What a

inquired, “Huh?”

will leave a scar.”

so graceful, was marked by this

on a small mole adorning the knuckle of his index

the better–looking

his hands once, but she was soo

in her tone, and he realised

the one on your shoulder, and you’re a lady.” George felt for Isabelle every time he

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

you’re welcome to hold this one more often in the days to come, as he

his hand to

and closed her eyes, her request clear, “Wash

a fond smile, George obliged.

off, and George

of nowhere, Isabelle asked, “What’s the date

think. “The sixteenth.”

for a moment.

“Today’s

sank in, bringing a

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