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 to the

hand and asked, “Sir, will we

looked at him eagerly, waiting for

response.

said, “That depends on whether Isabelle

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

already

her phone. Thanks

gotten from Bella into Jim’s

pocket,

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

asked, “What are you looking at? Do I

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

an

wonder he agreed immediately and rushed back overnight when I contacted him. It was because of Yoes‘

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

you?”

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

his gaze lingering on Isabelle.

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

he murmured to himself, “I firmly believe in materialism.

your beliefs might change

of confusion, Jim grinned. “That’s fine. I’m just glad

can call me Isabelle Jenkins, she

It sounds similar to

asking, “What happened to the real Isabelle

down the stairs and died

his excitement. After observing Isabelle once more, he opened

and hugged him