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.”

questions, none related to the

will we get another chance to hear you lecture?”

podium, looked at him eagerly,

response.

depends on whether Isabelle

the students watched as Jim left the law department and headed to the principal’s office. After politely declining

was already

Thanks for coming, Mr.

just gotten from Bella into Jim’s suit

pocket, then looked

her delicate, beautiful, yet somewhat unfamiliar face,

looking at? Do I remind you of your friend

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

an eyebrow

I

raised eyebrow, Jim felt a wave of familiarity.

you?”

shifted slightly. She didn’t

hesitated, his gaze lingering

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

murmured to himself, “I firmly believe in

your beliefs might change after this.”

a moment of confusion, Jim grinned. “That’s fine.

can call me Isabelle Jenkins, she

Jenkins… It sounds similar to

“What happened to the real

she fell down the stairs and died too. It seems like

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

and hugged him back.