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.”

many questions, none related to

raised their hand and asked, “Sir, will we get another chance to hear

the podium, looked at him eagerly,

response.

depends on whether

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

already

Thanks for coming,

she had just gotten from Bella into Jim’s suit

at the pocket, then looked

her delicate, beautiful, yet somewhat

you looking at? Do I remind you

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ago, Yves told me something incredibly unbelievable, beyond human understanding and acceptance.”

raised an

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

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

you?”

expression shifted slightly. She didn’t deny it.

gaze lingering on

that seemed so unfamiliar. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.

to himself, “I

but your beliefs might

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

me Isabelle Jenkins, she suggested.

similar to

paused before asking, “What happened to the real Isabelle

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

once more, he opened his arms. “Would you like a hug? Let’s

smiled and hugged him