Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 150 You’re a Guest Too

Jim continued to question Jareth, asking. “What’s the deal with these guys?”

Jareth glanced at Idris.

Catching his eye, Idris quickly stepped up and said, “Jareth, these folks were newbies from Dragon Legion. They just joined us last month. They’re still clueless about the rules.”

Hearing that, Jareth kicked Idris to the ground. “You seriously brought Dragon Legion’s garbage in here? Who gave you that right? If anything happens to him today, you scum will

pay with your heads!”

“Jareth, spare me, please! Sir, have mercy! I swear I won’t do it again, Idris begged desperately.

Jareth then turned to the barely conscious Scarface on the ground and said, “Take him away and break his limbs.

Disregarding Scarface’s loud pleas, a few lackeys dragged him off.

Jareth continued, “Gather everyone causing trouble tonight I’ll handle them myself.”

The bar emptied in no time.

Jareth admitted. “It’s my fault, I’ll take the punishment.

Jim didn’t bother looking at him. “Don’t let it happen again,” he said.

Then, Jim and Isabelle left the bar.

The commotion had attracted attention, and many heard about it.

Meanwhile…

In Harris Residence’s study.

briefed George on

Emperor Bar involving the Triad. Got pretty loud. I heard Miss

George raised an

“Anything else?

Triad’s Young Master… seemed

it was

The next morning.

black Maybach pulled up aythe villa

hearing the doorbell, Jim went to answer it,

150 You’re a Guest Too

taken aback.

his composure. “Mr. Carter.”

casually dressed, blocking the villa’s entrance, and quietly thought, Drn

the house number.

it right. It was where Miss Jenkins

uncle who had the luxury of strolling around the Jingda Forum whenever they pleased, Dylan was diligent and focused on his work every day. He had no clue about Isabelle

at Jim, utterly baffled. It’hat’s happening

extending his hand politely. “Nice to

his hand. “Likewise.”

squinted slightly, sensing a thick air of hostility. In

made a cracking sound.

showing no signs of tension or furrowed

confrontation between them, Dylan stood by, too

winner, they both silently let go of each other’s

asked, “So, are you here… for me?”

to see Isabelle, to

George know each other?

dawned on him.

his thirties wearing a watch–it seemed to fit.

also a businessman,

not even drunk, so there’s no need to bother you, Mr. George. You can head

would he show up so carly in the morning with hangover

something she would do,

finished speaking, le moved to close the door. Giving him a warning right off the bat, he