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.”

students asked many questions, none related to the lecture.

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

standing by the podium, looked at him eagerly,

response.

“That depends on whether Isabelle

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

was already

away her phone. Thanks for coming, Mr. Carter. Here’s your fee.

the card she had just gotten from

glanced at the pocket,

gaze lingered on her delicate, beautiful, yet somewhat unfamiliar

you looking at? Do I

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

an

overnight when I contacted him. It was

of familiarity. His

you?”

didn’t deny it. “Yes,

gaze lingering

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

to himself, “I firmly believe in materialism.

“I understand, but your beliefs might change after

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

Isabelle

Jenkins… It sounds similar to your name.”

paused before asking, “What happened to the real

down the stairs and died too. It seems like fate.”

trying to contain his excitement. After observing Isabelle once more, he

and hugged him