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

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

by the podium, looked at him eagerly,

response.

“That depends on whether

the law department and headed to the principal’s office. After politely declining the

already waiting

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

just gotten

the pocket, then looked

gaze lingered on her delicate, beautiful, yet somewhat

you looking at? Do I remind you of your

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breath, “Half a month ago, Yves told

raised an

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

a wave of familiarity. His breathing tightened as he asked,

you?”

shifted slightly. She didn’t deny it. “Yes, it’s me”

his gaze lingering on

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

he murmured to himself, “I firmly

responded, “I understand, but your beliefs might change after

“That’s fine. I’m

me Isabelle

Jenkins… It sounds similar to your name.”

happened

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

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

hugged him back.