Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 112 Wager

Mr. Garth was puzzled by his reaction.

“Wait a moment! Please wait up.” Sam caught up with Isabelle.

“What’s up?” Isabelle stared at him.

Sam carefully comparedslsabelle’s features and became more and more convinced. He said, “Sorry to bother you.

“Are you a Jenkins?” Sam asked. I mean no harm, but you look like a girl I know, and she’s a Jenkins too.”

Before Sam could finish speaking,

Isabelle said. “You can drop your question. It’s me.”

“You’re Isabelle?” Sam couldn’t believe his own eyes.

“You’re quite lucky. Isabelle said.

At that time. Sam had lost a lot of blood, making his condition dangerous. She didn’t have any needles on her; otherwise, she wouldn’t mind giving him a few stitches to stop the bleeding.

Sam exclaimed in delight. “Is it really you?”

He looked up and down at Isabelle in disbelief. After realising it was rude to scrutinise her, Sam quickly explained and apologised.

“Sorry, I was just too surprised. I never thought we would meet again. I didn’t even dare to acknowledge you just now. I hope I didn’t scare you.” Sam was overjoyed and didn’t know what to say or do,

“Oh, by the way, why are you in Taragon?”

into

from Norward. You’re afnazing. Can I

Computer science.”

Maven Apothecary, he thought about the business at hand and quickly calmed down.

treat you to a meal to express my gratitude properly, but I have urgent matters to attend to now. Hmm, can I have your number? I’d like to invite you

anything, and she generously gave him her phone

have to give you my number on account of

Isabelle leave. He

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Chapter 112 Wager

the

Sam remembered that he forgot to tell her

Sam comforted himself that there would be another chance

has begun to look forward to

was being pestered by

simply pretended not to know this simpleton and particularly talkative rich

out a photo of her before she had fully slimmed down and compared it to her current appearance. He even claimed he would

At lunchtime.

with me to make some

up

finally acknowledged him, Danny smiled and opened his palm. He said, “Car

thousand? That’s too low.”

this girl was quite something. He exclaimed, “Wow, you’re from a remote place like Norward and quite young, but you have quite

in this

additional 750 thousand per race if you manage

was going to be fun. Isabelle always thought of herself as quite mischevious; of

“Time and address.”

Isabelle swaggered out of the school under the watchful

were already waiting for her

racetrack, full of racing cars and drivers. There were many spectators, all of whom were young people.