Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 455 I Am Blood Shadow 

Isabelle missed Storm Shadow wildly in an instant, but she snapped out of it quickly. 

Isabelle stared straight ahead expressionlessly. 

The next moment, her short knife mercilessly pierced Storm Shadow’s throat. 

Warm blood splattered across her face. 

George bought grapes as fast as possible, almost running all the way there and back. He only used a few minutes for a ten–minute trip. But, he didn’t see Isabelle waiting for him at the same place. 

George searched for her in a panic. 

Asking him to buy grapes was only an excuse to get rid of him, but facing Isabelle’s insistence, he had no choice but to comply. 

He wondered if she got rid of him because she sensed danger, or she didn’t want to drag him in this matter. 

George could only hope for the latter as he prayed for her safety. 

George made his way through the complicated alleyways and he saw something that made him stop in his tracks. 

It was Isabelle squatting on the ground with blood on her face. George hurried towards her. 

There was a male corpse before her. 

Isabelle gently stroked Storm Shadow’s haggard face and wiped away the blood. 

George slowed down as he saw the face of the man. A chill ran down his spine. 

The man resembled Joshua, but it wasn’t him. George began to have some suspicions. 

He knelt beside Isabelle as he looked at her with concern. “Isabelle,” he softly called 

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Isabelle had a pained expression. The clone who died in front of her made her tunk of Storm Shadow’s tragic death. 

George noticed the wound on her arm. He quickly took out a roll of bandages he always carried and began to treat her injury. 

Isabelle spoke up. “Do you know what Storm Shadow looks like?” 

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Upon hearing her question, George looked at the male corpse on the ground. 

Isabelle brushed over Storm Shadow’s eyelids. “He looks just like this,” she said calmly. 

“Who is he then?” George asked. 

“Storm Shadow’s clone” 

George felt complicated. 

Isabelle continued, “He’s by my side even before I could remember.” 

George hadn’t expected them to know each other for so long. 

“I have known him for over twenty years.” 

George was momentarily confused. He thought that Isabelle must have. remembered wrongly, but it was clear that she wouldn’t make such a basic mistake. 

Isabelle continued, “We trained, studied, lived, faced punishment, and fought for survival together. He’s a part of my life from the beginning, I’ve never thought of parting ways with him.” 

Listening to this, George was utterly bewildered. 

It felt like it was the first time he knew her. He couldn’t make any sense of what she was talking about. 

George could even gain some information through strangers‘ words and appearance, but not from Isabelle. 

He was clueless about the girl he had known and liked for nearly two years. He was 

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at a loss. 

Just a few days ago, he had said it didn’t matter who she was. Whether she was. Isabelle, a killer trained by Blood Shadow, or a clone of Blood Shadow, it was all the same to him. Yet now, he didn’t even know who she was. 

Her words mingled with the sound of the rain. “I had something to do with his death. I always thought that it was an accident, but Dark Shadow told me that he took his life because of me.” Isabelle had no choice but to face it even though she couldn’t accept it. 

Who is she exactly? George thought in his heart. 

Isabelle met his puzzled eyes. As George held his breath in anticipation, she revealed, “I am Blood Shadow.” 

George tended to Isabelle’s injury in a hotel. 

It was raining heavily outside and the sound made George feel unsettled. 

Rebirth of the soul. 

It was a challenging concept for ordinary people. 

It wasn’t scientifically possible. 

Before Isabelle revealed her identity. George who was getting confused, chose not to speculate because none of his assumptions were correct. 

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