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 lecture.

their hand and asked, “Sir, will we get

the podium, looked at him eagerly, waiting for his

response.

on whether Isabelle

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

already

Thanks for coming, Mr. Carter. Here’s your

just gotten

pocket, then

yet somewhat

you looking at? Do I remind you of

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on Whether Isabelle

a deep breath, “Half a month ago, Yves told

raised an eyebrow slightly.

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

eyebrow, Jim felt a wave of familiarity.

you?”

shifted slightly. She didn’t deny

his gaze lingering on

a body that seemed so unfamiliar. For a moment,

he murmured to himself, “I firmly

understand, but your beliefs might change after

grinned. “That’s fine.

me Isabelle Jenkins, she suggested.

sounds similar to your

asking, “What happened to the

I died, she fell down the stairs and died

his excitement. After observing Isabelle once more, he opened his arms. “Would you like a

and hugged