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 han

to George’s insistence, concerned that straining her injured shoulder might exacerbate

healed considerably since Isabelle removed the

of

“Let me see your hand.”

her unspoken request, George extended

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

his tone tinged

“What a shame.”

George inquired,

will

was marked

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

the better–looking hand

complimented his hands once, but she was soo offhanded with the remark, he didn’t believe

of regret in her tone, and he realised she

is nothing compared to the one on your shoulder, and you’re a lady.” George felt for Isabelle every time he thought about her

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

one more often in the days to come,

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

word, Isabelle released his hand and closed her eyes, her request clear, “Wash my

a fond smile, George

paying off, and George was definitely improving.

of nowhere, Isabelle asked, “What’s the date today?”

think. “The sixteenth.”

grew quiet for

“Today’s your

in surprise before the truth of it sank in, bringing a warmth that spread through him.

asked about the date back