Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 454 Companion

dont matter if she’ka clone She’s still trabelle

Tm starving, let’s hustle. Isabelle declared.

George hoisted her up, grinning. “Got it.”

The pair made their way back to the hotel, grabbed a bite, then resumed their journey.

The rain, unyielding for days, showed no signs of abating.

Having just secured new accommodations after relocating across town, they’d spent two days holed up in the hotel, hoping for a break in the weather.

As the rain finally subsided, the ground remained damp underfoot.

Isabelle slowed her pace, eventually coming to a halt.

Turning to George, she announced, “I’m craving grapes.”

“There’s a fruit stand back on the street we just passed; want me to grab some?” George suggested.

“You go,” Isabelle replied.

“By myself?” George clarified.

“I don’t feel like walking.” Isabelle teased..

“I’ll carry you there,” George offered.

“Just go,” Isabelle insisted, waving him off.

George looked at her, still not moving.

Isabelle didn’t act any differently than usual. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

a second. I’ll be right back.”

“Yeah.”

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hesitated the departed.

he left, Ibelle followed suit.

the neighbourhood, she wandered towards quieter streets until she found herself in a deserted

yourself. Isabelle called our

with sharp features and eyes devoid of

wasn’t Jacques or Storm Shadow; it was Storm Shadow’s

ominously, the air heavy

of rain.

the two figures confronting each other.

a glint of cold

attack.

he focused solely on Isabelle.

her hands in her coat pockets, regarding the clone with an absence of animosity, as if facing an old acquaintance.

knowingness, as if she saw beyond

seemed to catch something in her

have to come alone, knowing you can’t win? Clones may lack emotion, but they aren’t mere automatons. Aren’t you afraid of death, of risking

at the clone;

at her but

clones could talk?”

respond. Isabelle smiled to herself. “Well. if

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i

will 1. That’s

a composed demeanour. Tabelle withdrew her hand from her pocket, revealing a dagger.

its drizzle, the cold wind tugged at their clothes, and raindrops stung then faces.

his eyes and lunged

drowning out the sounds of their battle on the street corner. The clash of their weapons echoed sharply.

ground, staining the water with