Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 152 Reputation?

“Haven’t asked yet. Mr. Harris, what brings you here so early?”

“I brought you some hangover soup and breakfast.”

Dylan set down the soup and breakfast he was carrying on the table. Two insulated containers.

Hangover soup?

Isabelle turned to Jim and asked, “Was the commotion last night really that big? Even George knows about it. Did it end up on the Taragon University Forum again?”

Jim said, “I didn’t think so. Seemed fine to me.” He lowered his voice and whispered to Isabelle, “When the three of us are together, if we don’t stir up the whole base, it doesn’t count as causing trouble.”

George opened the insulated container, staring intently at the two whispering to each other.

Dylan thought, Uh–oh!

Isabelle said, “Thanks, but I’m not hungover. She turned to Jim and said, “You drink, don’t let it go to

waste.

“My head is pounding, so I’ll take it.” Jim put his legs down and leaned over to grab it.

George had just poured the hangover soup into a bowl when Jim’s hand reached over, grabbing the rim of the bowl directly.

George’s hand almost automatically pressed down on Jim’s, stopping him.

Dylan thought. This is a disaster!

Jim raised an eyebrow. “Not willing to share, Mr. George?” Then he grinned. “My bad didn’t realize this was for…

He still wasn’t used to saying that name.

his tone. “But she and I share everything. and it’s just a bowl of hangover soup. My

to pull his

it, smiling warmly. “It’s just a bowl of hangover soup. No need to be so formal.

found it interesting, he chuckled and didn’t say anything. Then he gulped the hangover soup

thought, Mr. George, are you regretting for not adding a bit of arsenic or rat poison to

suggested, “Ler’s grab some

good to have some porridge in the morning to calm the stomach. He popped open another thermos, filled

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

as George, dressed in a smart suit, served her porridge. She recalled seeing Jim’s fight at the bar last night, and

in front of her, sporting the suit, pants, and leather

as she entertained her thoughts, a

face.

unintentionally letting out a

at her puzzledly,

at George and the slightly

was she up to?

“It’s nothing.

and reached out

he was sipping the soup, he noticed George across the table looking straight at him, which

“Just curious, did you

“Any issues with that?”

tone wasn’t

for his gentleness, but he was mild–mannered, gentlemanly. and had a

serious when it was time to

the mob young master wasn’t exactly known for his good temperament, especially

Shadow sitting beside him at the moment, it was hard for him to maintain the demeanour of a

just challenged him moments ago and seemed to be trying to play a big shot

naturally, he wasn’t in a good mood.