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?”

got into

easy to get into Taragon University from Norward. You’re afnazing. Can I ask

Computer science.”

a mental note, When he saw the Maven Apothecary, he thought about the business at hand and quickly calmed down.

least treat you to a meal to express my gratitude properly, but I have urgent matters to

generously gave

give you my number on account of your Uncle

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

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the moment.

Isabelle was out of sight, Sam remembered that he forgot

regretting it, Sam comforted himself that there

he has begun to look

pestered

know this simpleton and particularly talkative

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

At lunchtime.

up again and said, “I can take you with me to make some money tonight. Are you

up

his palm. He said, “Car racing. This

“750 thousand?

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

just Norward, how many people in this

race

platter, and it was going to be fun. Isabelle always thought of herself as quite mischevious; of

“Time and address.”

swaggered out of the school under the watchful eye of

the racing car were already waiting for her outside the

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