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.”

questions, none related

will we

at him eagerly, waiting for

response.

said, “That depends on whether

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

already

Thanks for coming, Mr. Carter.

slipped the card she had just gotten from Bella into Jim’s suit pocket.

the pocket, then looked

somewhat unfamiliar face, taking in each feature

Do I remind you of

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“Half a month ago, Yves told me something incredibly unbelievable, beyond human

raised an eyebrow

rushed back overnight when I contacted him.

felt a wave of familiarity.

you?”

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

gaze lingering

aback by the familiarity of her presence in a body that seemed so unfamiliar.

to himself, “I firmly believe in materialism.

understand, but your beliefs

confusion, Jim grinned. “That’s fine.

me Isabelle Jenkins, she suggested.

sounds similar

before asking, “What happened to the real

explained. The day I died, she fell down the stairs and died too.

observing Isabelle once more,

smiled and hugged