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

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

and out of the blue,

rolled his sleeves “Let me see your hand.”

George extended his hand towards her.

palm, her fingers delicately tracing its edges as she

his tone tinged with

commented, “What a shame.”

George inquired,

“It will leave

graceful, was

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

on the

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

in her tone, and he realised she was being

you’re a lady.” George felt for Isabelle every time he thought about her

the mood, offering. “It’s a

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

face, she gently redirected his hand to meet

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

a fond smile,

paying off, and George was

asked, “What’s the date today?”

think. “The sixteenth.”

grew quiet for a

declared, “Today’s your birthday.”

in surprise before the truth of it sank in, bringing a warmth that

about the date back then too.