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

the bathroom sink, Isabelle relented to George’s

palm had healed considerably since Isabelle removed the stitches, a reminder of

of

“Let me see your hand.”

unspoken request, George extended his hand towards

delicately tracing its edges as

his tone

commented, “What a shame.”

inquired, “Huh?”

elaborated, “It will leave a

graceful, was

lingered on a small

the better–looking

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

he noticed the hint of regret in her tone, and he realised she was being sincere back then.

and you’re a lady.”

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

welcome to hold this one more often in the days to

gently redirected his

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

a fond smile, George obliged.

paying off, and George

asked, “What’s

paused to think. “The

quiet for

she declared, “Today’s your

the truth of it sank in, bringing

mind wandered back to when they lived in that small house in the slums. She had once asked about the date back then too. It dawned on