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 Taragon University.”

from Norward. You’re afnazing. Can I ask what major

Computer science.”

saw the Maven Apothecary, he thought

for you saving my life last time. I should at least treat you to a meal to express my gratitude properly, but I

and she generously gave him her phone

give you my number on account of your Uncle George; so be it.

Isabelle leave. He

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at the moment.

was out of sight, Sam remembered that he forgot to tell her

it, Sam comforted himself that there would be another

has begun to look

was being pestered

pretended not to know this simpleton and particularly talkative rich boy.

slimmed down and compared it to her current appearance. He even claimed he would ask Zack to come over from the neighbouring university to identify

At lunchtime.

again and said, “I can take you with me to make some

stared up

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

“750 thousand? That’s too low.”

from a remote place like Norward and quite

how many people in this nation had seen this much

thousand per race if

platter, and it was going to be fun. Isabelle always thought of herself as quite mischevious; of course she wouldn’t

“Time and address.”

Isabelle swaggered out of the school under the watchful

and the racing car were already

and drivers. There