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?”

me a second. I’ll be

“Yeah.”

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the

left, Ibelle followed

unfamiliar with the neighbourhood, she wandered towards quieter streets until she found herself

yourself. Isabelle

emerged, slender with sharp features and eyes

it was Storm Shadow’s clone–a presence

hung overhead ominously, the air heavy with

of rain.

dotted the ground, reflecting the

malice, a glint of cold steel in hand, poised for

attack.

a tense stance, he focused solely

regarding the clone with an absence of animosity, as if

she saw beyond the clone, glimpsing

catch something in her look, hesitating 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 your life like this?” Isabelle’s tone was gentle, as though conversing with an

the

Shadow glanced at her but said

clones could talk?”

respond. Isabelle smiled to herself.

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1. That’s just how

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

cold wind tugged at their

eyes and lunged

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

to the ground, staining the water with a pool of