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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how much more enjoyable the evening would be without the looming specter of Dark

abrupt halt jolted George to attention. With an icy edge to her

alert, George braced for whatever may

a black umbrella, emerged from a nearby alley, his Ardon features accentuated by

icy glare of the newcomer, George’s instincts screamed danger. Without a second thought, he positioned himself

mind: he was no

boldly confronted them, a sign of his familiarity

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

remained tight–lipped.

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

Moon Shadow had aided her, yet Isabelle couldn’t dismiss the possibility of his actions being driven by

Dark Shadow would be left without any enemies. To bolster their strength, they would press on with the evil experiments. It wouldn’t take too

‘fail in a mission‘ just like

a solemn declaration, Moon Shadow

concerns at present.”

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eyes were on Isabelle.

cut to the chase,

his response measured, “Collaboration.”

or heartless, but knowing Moon Shadow for such a long time,

further, “Seeking

off guard, “Shouldn’t that be

spoke volumes.

your aim the demise of

was swift and resolute,

you?” Moon

and their prior clashes, she faced not merely a lone

can live while the other

feud with Dark Shadow would only culminate in the