Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 449 Disguise 

“I could help you craft a disguise so convincing that even Dylan wouldn’t suspect a thing.” Isabelle suggested. 

“He wouldn’t suspect it’s me, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t recognize me,” George remarked. 

“You certainly have a way with words,” Isabelle noted. 

“Keep going.” George encouraged. 

Isabelle’s gaze drifted toward a clothing stall in the distance. “That red skirt and blue–green shawl,” she mused, before selecting a hat from another stall. “And that pink and white hat with a veil. You’d make quite the elegant lady.” 

As George beheld the ensemble, a chill ran down his spine. It was clear this was all in good fun. Donning such attire, Dylan would surely be none the wiser. 

“Are you sure I won’t stick out like a sore thumb in Etreau with my height and build?” George questioned, his stature alone making him conspicuous. 

Expecting playful banter in response, George was surprised when Isabelle replied earnestly, “You’ll stand out, but not enough to raise my suspicion.” 

The idea left George conflicted. “Wearing a skirt will not only attract unwanted attention but also hinder my ability to move freely, let alone escape if need be.” 

Isabelle countered, “Or you could simply make them burst into laughter, even if they’ve been trained not to.” 

No one would expect this level of disguise. 

George chuckled, noting the amusement dancing in Isabelle’s eyes. “You seem to take great pleasure in teasing me.” 

“What, you have a problem with that?” 

George shook his head. “Not at all.” 

Isabelle abandoned her teasing and reached for her fork to tackle the noodles. 

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subjecting her to such lackluster fare, worrying incessantly about her nutrition 

Glancing up. Isabelle couldn’t help but notice how inconvenient George’s voluminous beard was for eating. 

Without a second thought, she reached over and tugged at it. 

Feeling the soreness in his face from the pulling, George retrieved the discarded beard from the table and tucked it into his coat pocket. 

“You are quite the character,” Isabelle remarked, expecting him to toss it in the 

trash. 

But instead, George finished his noodles leisurely and quipped, “I’m keeping it. You know, for future poking purposes.” 

He raised an eyebrow at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. NôvelDrama.Org content.

There was a subtle nuance in his words that Isabelle failed to grasp. 

Isabelle was speechless. 

No wonder he didn’t want to take it off. I knew it. He’s too smart to be played with. 

She gave him a look. 

Sated, their attention was drawn to an Ardon man scanning the area with a cold, calculating gaze through the gap in the front stall. 

Isabelle’s eyes narrowed as she whispered softly to George across the table.. 

Just as George lifted his gaze, Isabelle rose from her seat. 

Instantly on guard, George followed Isabelle’s lead, his senses heightened. 

Following her gaze, George spotted the Ardon man, a mole marking his chin, standing at a modest height of about five foot seven. 

Scouring the market for Isabelle, the Ardon man, unable to locate his target, swiftly retreated from the alley. 

Sensing a disturbance, he turned around only to find George blocking his path. 

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Recognizing Crorge, the assassin hesitated to engage. Regardless of his ability to overpower George, the consequences of eliminating such a prominent figure were too severe to bear. 

With a decisive choice, the assassin opted to flee 

But his escape was thwarted as Isabelle intercepted his path. 

At the sight of Isabelle, the assassin’s heart raced. In Dark Shadow circles, Isabelle’s reputation for prowess was legendary. Even the most esteemed elders and predecessors with the Shadow title paled in comparison. 

With George by her side, the assassin knew he stood no chance against Isabelle, even with her ongoing recovery from injury. 

Without hesitation, Isabelle sprang into action, swiftly neutralizing the assassin before he could signal for reinforcements. 

Despite her limited shoulder mobility and ongoing wound, Isabelle, with George’s assistance, managed to subdue the Ardon man effortlessly. 

Their combined efforts swiftly overpowered the Ardon man. 

After a brief skirmish, George delivered a powerful kick that sent the man crashing into the wall, blood spewing from his mouth. The force of the blow significantly diminished his ability to fight back. 

Though the Ardon man managed to dodge George’s next attack, he couldn’t evade Isabelle’s precise strike, which severed his tendons. 

His scream pierced the air, a sound filled with terror that was etched on his face. 

Every escape attempt was thwarted by the duo, leaving the assassin trapped in the narrow alley with no way out. 

Isabelle systematically severed the tendons in his other hand, expertly avoiding vital areas. She refrained from delivering a fatal blow but ensured he bled. profusely, hitting pressure points with meticulous accuracy. 

Despite his desperate struggle, the Ardon man ultimately succumbed to the pair’s relentless assault. 

Kneeling beside his lifeless body, Isabelle used a knife to pry open his mouth, 

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revealing a small black listening device nestled among the blood.