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.”

asked many questions, none related to the

and asked, “Sir, will

looked at him eagerly, waiting for

response.

depends on

the law department and headed to the principal’s office. After politely declining the principal’s warm invitation, Jim

already waiting there.

away her phone. Thanks for

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

at the pocket, then looked at her.

beautiful, yet somewhat unfamiliar face, taking in each

looking at? Do I remind you of your friend

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breath, “Half a month ago, Yves told me

an eyebrow slightly.

back overnight when I contacted him. It

wave of familiarity. His breathing tightened as he asked, “Is it really

you?”

slightly. She didn’t deny

hesitated, his gaze lingering on Isabelle.

by the familiarity of her presence in a body that seemed

himself, “I

your beliefs might change after this.”

confusion, Jim grinned. “That’s

can call me Isabelle

It sounds similar to

asking, “What happened

she fell down the stairs and died too.

once more, he opened his arms. “Would you

and hugged