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.”

none related to the

“Sir, will we get another chance to hear you lecture?”

standing by the podium, looked at him eagerly,

response.

on whether Isabelle needs

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

was already waiting there.

away her phone. Thanks for coming,

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

the pocket, then looked at her.

gaze lingered on her delicate, beautiful, yet somewhat

are you looking at? Do I remind you of your friend

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

an

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

Jim felt a wave of familiarity. His breathing tightened as he asked,

you?”

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

his gaze lingering on

of her presence in a body that seemed

murmured to himself, “I firmly believe

“I understand, but your beliefs

of confusion, Jim grinned. “That’s fine. I’m just glad you’re here.”

call me Isabelle Jenkins, she

Jenkins… It sounds similar to your

“What happened to the real

down the stairs and died too. It

Isabelle once more, he opened his arms. “Would you like a hug?

smiled and hugged