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?”

second. I’ll be

“Yeah.”

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hesitated the departed.

left, Ibelle followed suit.

towards quieter streets until she

yourself. Isabelle

sharp features and eyes

or Storm Shadow; it was Storm Shadow’s clone–a presence that shouldn’t

clouds hung overhead ominously, the air heavy

of rain.

the two figures confronting

eyes gleamed with malice, a glint of cold steel

attack.

he focused

stood with her hands in her coat pockets, regarding the clone with an

a knowingness, as if she saw beyond the clone, glimpsing another.

to catch something in her

you can’t win? Clones may lack emotion, but they aren’t mere automatons. Aren’t you afraid of death, of risking your life like this?” Isabelle’s tone was gentle, as though conversing with an old

her final words weren’t directed at the clone; they were meant for the

Shadow glanced at her but said nothing.

could talk?”

respond. Isabelle smiled to herself. “Well. if

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1. That’s just how it

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

drizzle, the cold wind tugged at

Shadow narrowed his eyes and lunged at Isabelle.

out the sounds of their battle on the street corner. The clash

to the ground, staining the water with a pool