Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 145 That Depends on Whether Isabelle Needs Me

“It was bad timing. When Isabelle got in touch with me, I was on a business trip in Senedele, so I had to fly back overnight. That’s why I look a bit tired.”

“Sir, does Isabelle have your personal contact info?”

“Of course.

The students reacted with surprise.

Jim pointed to another student. “Yes, you there.”

“Sir, do you know that Isabelle and Miss Sullivan made a bet involving you? The wager is 1.5 million.”

Jim responded, “Your principal told me about it when I arrived, so I hope Miss Sullivan will honour her

bet.

The students laughed. “Don’t worry, Sir. Bella wouldn’t dare back out.”

“Yeah, if you got involved, it wouldn’t just be about the money; Bella would be in serious trouble.”

“Sir, there are rumours about you having a powerful background, and some even say you’re linked to the mafia. Is that true?”

Jim adjusted his glasses and said, “I’m just an ordinary citizen.”

“Sir, what’s your relationship with Isabelle?”

Jim paused for a moment, thinking. Then he smiled slightly and said, “She’s a close friend, someone I’ve known for a long time.”

students asked many questions, none related to the lecture.

student raised their hand and asked, “Sir, will

the podium, looked at him eagerly,

response.

depends on whether Isabelle needs

to the principal’s office. After politely declining the principal’s warm invitation, Jim quickly walked to

already waiting there.

him, Isabelle calmly put away her phone. Thanks for coming, Mr. Carter. Here’s your

the card she had just gotten

the pocket,

lingered on her delicate, beautiful, yet somewhat unfamiliar

looking at? Do I remind you of your friend again?”

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took a deep breath, “Half a month ago, Yves told

raised an eyebrow

he agreed immediately and rushed back overnight when I contacted him. It

a wave of familiarity. His breathing tightened as

you?”

didn’t

gaze lingering on Isabelle.

the familiarity of her presence in a body that seemed so unfamiliar. For a moment, he was

to himself, “I firmly believe

your

of confusion, Jim grinned. “That’s fine.

me Isabelle Jenkins, she suggested.

sounds similar

before asking, “What happened to the real Isabelle

I died, she fell down the stairs and died too. It

contain his excitement. After observing Isabelle once more, he opened his arms.

smiled and hugged