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

will we get another

the podium, looked at

response.

depends on whether

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

already waiting

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

had just gotten from

pocket,

on her delicate, beautiful, yet somewhat unfamiliar

at? Do I remind you of your friend again?”

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

raised an eyebrow slightly.

I contacted him. It was because

her raised eyebrow, Jim felt a wave of familiarity.

you?”

She didn’t deny it.

his gaze

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

he murmured to himself, “I firmly believe in materialism.

your beliefs might change

grinned. “That’s

call me Isabelle Jenkins,

It sounds similar to your name.”

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

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

once more,

and hugged him

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