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

George’s insistence, concerned that straining her injured shoulder

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

and out of the blue,

sleeves “Let me see

request, George extended his hand towards

tracing its edges as she

nicely.” George remarked, his tone tinged

commented, “What a

inquired, “Huh?”

elaborated, “It will leave a

was marked by

on a small mole

on the better–looking

once, but she was soo offhanded with the remark, he

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

to the one on your shoulder, and you’re a

mood, offering. “It’s a trifling thing for a man

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

gently redirected his hand to meet her gaze, a subtle request for

and closed her eyes, her

fond smile, George obliged.

and George

asked,

think. “The sixteenth.”

for

she declared, “Today’s your birthday.”

it sank in, bringing a warmth

the date back then too. It dawned on him now that