Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 452 Proposition

Isabelle’s words offered reassurance, “Relax, Dark Shadow’s fixated on me.”

Leaning in. George confided, “That’s exactly why I can’t let my guard down.”

Isabelle countered, “I’ve got plenty of experience.”

With ten missions under her belt, eight of which involved high–stakes. assassinations, she was well–versed in evading pursuers. Too many times had she evaded capture, laying low for days or weeks until the heat dissipated. The thrill of being a nationally hunted fugitive never failed to excite her.

She adhered to the mantra that the most perilous places were often the safest. After each mission, she led her hunters on a wild chase, feeding them false trails. before circling back to the scene of the crime.

She’d then kick back and indulge in a drink while the pursuers were putting on a show of chase and arrest

But this time felt different. She couldn’t simply retreat to Dark Shadow’s sanctuary, could she?

George studied her intently, probing, “Where did you pick up all this expertise?”

Isabelle’s playful demeanour surfaced as she challenged, “Wanna take a guess?”

He could never Prior to their encounter, she had been a ghost in his world. With her skills, she should have been a legend, a name whispered throughout Cheshian.

Yet, her origins remained shrouded, her upbringing and the snippets revealed by Sam and Dylan about her formative years in Norward City offering scant clues.

After the concert concluded, they joined the throngs spilling into the rain- drenched streets.

The cold, wet drizzle prompted George to drape his coat over Isabelle, adjusting her scarf to shield her face. Opening the umbrella, he naturally enveloped her in its protective arc as they ventured into the downpour.

Hailing a cab proved futile, but their hotel wasn’t far.

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Isabelle’s abrupt halt jolted George to attention. With

George braced for whatever may

man, sheltered beneath a black umbrella, emerged from a nearby alley, his Ardon features accentuated by the

danger. Without a second thought, he positioned himself

exuded by the stranger left no doubt in George’s mind: he was no ordinary assassin, but a renowned figure within

confronted them, a sign

delivered with neither coldness nor indifference, cut through the tension, “Why

remained tight–lipped.

Isabelle pressed on, her tone laced with drama, “Hunted by Dark

had aided her, yet Isabelle couldn’t dismiss the possibility of his actions being driven by self–preservation.

any enemies. To bolster their strength, they would press on with the

would ‘fail in a mission‘ just like Storm Shadow and Blood

a solemn declaration, Moon Shadow stated, “Dark

concerns at present.”

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were on Isabelle.

cut to the chase,

paused, his response measured, “Collaboration.”

wasn’t cold or heartless, but knowing Moon Shadow for such a long time, she knew she had no friends or anything close to that within Dark Shadow, barring Storm

probed further, “Seeking vengeance for Blood Shadow?”

caught off guard, “Shouldn’t that be Storm Shadow?”

silence spoke

pressed on, “Is your

was swift

are you?”

faced not merely a lone adversary in Joker,

“Neither can live while the other

Dark Shadow would only culminate