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.”

many questions, none related to the lecture.

will we get another chance to

the podium, looked at him

response.

on

principal’s office. After politely declining the principal’s warm

was already

away her phone. Thanks for coming, Mr. Carter. Here’s

the card she had just gotten from Bella into Jim’s

pocket, then

lingered on her delicate, beautiful, yet somewhat unfamiliar face, taking in

looking at? Do I

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breath, “Half a month ago, Yves told

raised an eyebrow slightly.

immediately and rushed back overnight when I contacted him. It

of familiarity. His

you?”

shifted slightly. She didn’t deny it. “Yes, it’s me”

hesitated, his gaze

the familiarity of her presence in a body that seemed so

himself, “I firmly believe in

responded, “I understand, but your beliefs

a moment of confusion, Jim grinned. “That’s fine. I’m

Isabelle Jenkins,

similar to

“What happened

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

contain his excitement. After observing Isabelle once more, he opened his arms. “Would you like a hug? Let’s hug.

and hugged

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