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

George’s

the stitches, a reminder of their

out of the

rolled his sleeves “Let me see

George extended his hand

delicately tracing its edges as she held his hand in hers, inspecting the injury with a gentle touch.

his tone

commented, “What

inquired, “Huh?”

elaborated, “It will leave a scar.”

so graceful, was marked by

gaze lingered on a small mole adorning the knuckle

it’s on the

once, but she was soo offhanded with the remark, he didn’t believe it.

noticed the hint of regret in her tone, and he realised she was being

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

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

the days to come, as he extended his other unblemished hand

gently redirected his hand to

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

smile, George obliged.

paying off, and

of nowhere, Isabelle asked, “What’s

think. “The

quiet for

she declared, “Today’s

it sank in, bringing a warmth that spread through him.

lived in that small house in the slums. She had once asked about the date back then too. It dawned on him