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

up in the bathroom sink, Isabelle relented to George’s

considerably since Isabelle removed the stitches, a reminder of their shared ordeal remained etched in his skin.

of the blue,

sleeves “Let me see your hand.”

request, George extended his hand

on his palm, her fingers delicately tracing its edges as she held his

his tone tinged with reassurance.

“What a shame.”

inquired,

“It will leave a

graceful, was marked by this imperfection.

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

the better–looking hand

his hands once, but she was soo

her tone,

on your shoulder, and you’re a lady.” George felt

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

one more often in the days to

face, she gently redirected his

closed her

a fond smile, George obliged.

off, and

asked,

paused to think. “The

grew quiet for a

she declared, “Today’s your birthday.”

surprise before the truth of it sank in, bringing a

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