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.”

asked many questions, none

their hand and asked, “Sir, will we

the podium, looked at him eagerly, waiting

response.

“That depends on whether Isabelle needs me.”

the 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 to a quiet

was already waiting there.

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

she had just gotten from

at the pocket, then

on her delicate, beautiful, yet somewhat unfamiliar

you looking at? Do

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

raised an eyebrow

rushed back overnight when I contacted him. It

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

you?”

expression shifted slightly. She didn’t

his gaze

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

“I firmly believe in materialism.

but your

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

call me Isabelle Jenkins,

similar to your

asking, “What happened to the real Isabelle

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

more,

hugged him