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

to George’s insistence,

healed considerably since Isabelle removed the stitches, a reminder of their shared ordeal remained

out of the blue, belles

rolled his sleeves “Let me see

extended his hand

her fingers delicately tracing its edges as she held his hand in hers, inspecting the injury with a

remarked, his

“What a

inquired, “Huh?”

elaborated, “It will leave a scar.”

so graceful, was marked

small mole

the better–looking

complimented his hands once, but she was soo offhanded with the

the hint of regret in her tone, and

the one on your shoulder, and you’re a

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

more often in the days to come, as he extended his other unblemished

his hand to meet her gaze, a subtle

his hand and closed

smile, George obliged.

and

Isabelle asked,

think. “The sixteenth.”

quiet for a

declared, “Today’s your

sank in, bringing a warmth

slums. She had once asked about the date back then too. It dawned