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 insistence,

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

of the blue,

sleeves “Let me see your hand.”

request, George extended his

still–mending cut on his palm, her fingers delicately tracing its edges as she held his hand in hers, inspecting the injury with a

his tone tinged with reassurance.

commented, “What a

George inquired, “Huh?”

elaborated, “It will

hands, once so graceful, was marked by

a small

on the better–looking

complimented his hands once, but she was soo offhanded with

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

on your shoulder, and you’re a lady.” George felt for Isabelle every time he thought about her

to alleviate the mood, offering. “It’s a

this one more often in the days to come, as

obscured Isabelle’s face, she gently redirected his hand to meet her gaze, a subtle request for

Isabelle released his hand and closed her eyes, her

fond smile, George

off, and George was definitely improving.

asked,

to think. “The sixteenth.”

for

declared, “Today’s your

the truth of it sank in, bringing

She had once asked about the date back then too. It dawned on him now that