Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 454

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

“Yeah.”

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hesitated the departed.

he left, Ibelle followed suit.

ins arrived and unfamiliar with the neighbourhood, she wandered towards quieter streets until she found herself in

Isabelle called our

emerged, slender with sharp features and eyes devoid of

Storm Shadow; it was

overhead ominously, the air heavy with

of rain.

the two figures confronting each other.

a glint of cold steel in hand, poised

attack.

stance, he focused solely on

pockets, regarding the clone with

held a knowingness, as if she saw beyond the

clone seemed to catch something in her look, hesitating to strike.

you afraid of death, of risking your life like this?” Isabelle’s tone was gentle, as though

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

her

clones could

respond. Isabelle smiled to herself. “Well.

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1. That’s just how

Tabelle withdrew her hand from her pocket, revealing a dagger. Let’s finish this”

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

eyes and

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

with a pool of crimson–the blood of

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