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

palm had healed considerably since Isabelle removed the stitches, a reminder of their shared ordeal remained etched in his skin.

and out of the blue, belles

sleeves “Let me see

George extended his hand towards

delicately tracing its edges as

remarked, his tone tinged with

commented, “What a shame.”

inquired,

“It will leave a

graceful, was

a small mole adorning the knuckle of

it’s on the better–looking

soo offhanded with the remark,

noticed the hint of regret in her tone, and

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

air, George sought to alleviate the mood, offering.

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

gently redirected his hand

a word, Isabelle released his hand and closed her eyes, her request clear, “Wash my hair.”

smile, George

was paying off, and George was definitely

nowhere, Isabelle asked, “What’s the date today?”

paused to think.

grew quiet for a moment.

“Today’s your birthday.”

of it sank in, bringing a warmth

wandered back to when they lived in that small house in the slums. She had once asked about the