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.”

to get into Taragon University from Norward. You’re afnazing. Can I ask what major you’re studying?”

Computer science.”

note, When he saw the Maven Apothecary,

my life last time. I should at least 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

she generously gave him

on account of your Uncle George;

getting her number, Sam watched Isabelle leave. He muttered Isabelle’s

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at the

sight, Sam remembered that he forgot

comforted himself that there would

has begun to look forward to seeing her

being pestered by Danny

to know this simpleton and particularly talkative rich

to her current appearance. He even claimed he would ask Zack to come over from the neighbouring

At lunchtime.

“I can take you with me to make some money tonight. Are you

up

opened his palm. He said, “Car racing. This

“750 thousand? That’s too low.”

quite something. He exclaimed, “Wow, you’re from a remote place like Norward and quite

many people in this

you an additional 750 thousand per race if you

it 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

and the racing car were already waiting for her outside the school.

drivers. There were many spectators,