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Chapter 448
Chapter 448 Mission
She isaurd a final caution. “Just stay alert, okay?”
With that, she ended the call and wasted no time exiting the hotel, George trailing close behind.
Yves led the way to the collapsed house, where they uncovered the body beneath a coat swarming with flies, the young boy lying in a serene repose.
The blood underneath was starting to cake together..
A surge of anger welled within Yves. “Damn beast!”
He’d long known of Dark Shadow’s ruthlessness, but seeing its aftermath firsthand stirred a storm of curses.
Seth retrieved the shoes near the doorway, passing them to Jim, who tenderly dressed the boy and swathed him in coat before lifting him up.
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It was evident that Isabelle had sought refuge here, with the aid of the young boy, for several days.
Throughout the night, Isabelle lay in bed, her gaze fixed on the shadowy ceiling. George hesitating to disturb her.
From the preceding night to this moment, she had scarcely spoken a word.
“His name was Adrian,” she murmured suddenly, her tone gentle. Knowing she rarely referred to him by name, Adrian assumed she had forgotten and gently reminded her multiple times.
Turning towards her, George spoke softly, “I remember. He mentioned his name when we first met.”
“I shouldn’t have dragged him into this, George lamented.
Even if Adrian had grown up scavenging in the slum, enduring a life of destitution, at least he would still be alive.
In the quiet of the room, Isabelle’s sudden movement caught George off guard. He started to rise, concerned for her well–being. “Watch your wound, he cautioned,
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She wrapped her arms around his waist suddenly, seeking solace in his embrace.
George, mindful of her shoulder injury, cradled her tenderly, lowering his head to nuzzle against hers.
In that moment, he keenly felt Isabelle’s inner turmoil, sharing in her remorse.
Understanding that empty reassurances wouldn’t suffice, George pledged, “Once you’re back on your feet, we’ll track him down.”
We will find him, and we will kill him.
Fast forward two weeks.
The early morning market buzzed with activity, the vibrant hubbub of vendors and shoppers filling the air.
Under the warm winter sun, the marketplace thrived, awash with tents and stalls offering an array of goods.
Seated at a breakfast stall, a young woman lounged casually, basking in the gentle sunlight that bathed her fair features, lending her an air of relaxed contentment.
Even her cold demeanor softened beneath the sun’s gentle rays, her gaze drifting lazily over the bustling crowd, listening to their hustle just like all the other.
customers.
She then turned her gaze to the person before her. Across from her sat a man of imposing stature, towering above the low table under the canopy of the tent.
As her eyes fell upon the thick patch of beard adorning his face, she couldn’t suppress a teasing smile.
Unfazed by hing his sunglasses.
jest, the man reached up to tidy his beard, securing it with a deft
motion before
The woman remarked, “Shave it off.”
George responded with a grin, “Nah, it’s practical.”
Despite drawing attention wherever he went, his once easily recognizable face now
blended into the crowd, a trade–off he deemed worthwhile.
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Isabelle, too, was adorned in a locally distinctive shawl, its vibrant hures and intricate patterns wrapping her in warmth and elegance.
“You’re getting on my nerves, Isabelle quipped.
George met her gaze in silence, his expression unreadable.
If Isabelle had her phone, she’d likely snap a photo of him as a memento, setting it as her wallpaper without hesitation.
In truth, George wasn’t unappealing in the least, his features and demeanour retaining a certain charm. Even with his altered appearance, he maintained a certain allure. He could smear mud all over his face, and he’d still look good.
George hesitated briefly before asserting, “Safety comes first.”
Isabelle sighed, “I tricked you. Against Dark Shadow, these childish disguises hardly matter.”
“I get it” George replied.
Over the past six weeks, despite her injuries, Isabelle moved with remarkable agility. While she couldn’t stroll the streets confidently, she managed to conceal herself adeptly, evading surveillance with ease.
She proved to be even more elusive than Dark Shadow.
Had George not known her close ties to only two of Dark Shadow’s assassins, he might have suspected her of being one of their own, trained to the highest standards.
Throughout these six weeks, Dark Shadow remained utterly clueless about their whereabouts.
Wearing the fake beard had turned out to be rather superfluous.
“But you’re still sporting it, Isabelle remarked.
“Well, it can’t hurt. Plus, when I first donned it, I couldn’t help but notice your enthusiasm. You even cracked a smile,” George pointed out. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.
Isabelle remained silent, her expression unreadable.
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Their conversation was interrupted as two steaming bowls of noodles were placed before them
George passed her the fork, urging. “Dig in.”
Pausing for a moment, Isabelle glanced at him before speaking up. “Actually
George prompted. “Yes?”
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