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

will

podium, looked at him eagerly, waiting for

response.

on

office. After politely declining the

was already waiting there.

calmly put away her phone. Thanks

just gotten

pocket, then looked at

her delicate, beautiful, yet somewhat unfamiliar face, taking

asked, “What are you looking at? Do I remind you

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Yves told me something incredibly unbelievable, beyond human

raised an eyebrow

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

a wave of familiarity. His breathing tightened as

you?”

didn’t

his gaze lingering

the familiarity of her presence in a body that seemed so unfamiliar. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.

murmured to himself, “I

“I understand, but your beliefs might change

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

call me Isabelle Jenkins, she

Jenkins… It sounds similar

paused before asking, “What happened to the real Isabelle Jenkins?”

day I died, she fell down the stairs and died too. It seems like fate.”

his excitement. After observing Isabelle once more, he opened his arms.

and hugged him

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