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 right

“Yeah.”

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the departed.

left, Ibelle followed suit.

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

yourself. Isabelle called our

slender with sharp features

Jacques or Storm Shadow; it was Storm Shadow’s clone–a presence

air heavy with the

of rain.

dotted the ground, reflecting the two figures

glint of cold steel in hand, poised for

attack.

a tense stance, he

in her coat pockets, regarding the clone with an absence of animosity, as if

if she saw beyond the clone, glimpsing

to catch something in her look, hesitating to strike.

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

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

glanced at her but said

could talk?” Isabelle remarked.

smiled to herself. “Well. if you

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i

That’s just how

withdrew her hand from her pocket, revealing a dagger.

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

eyes and lunged

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

ground, staining the water with a pool of