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.

changed his tone. “But she and I share everything. and it’s just a bowl of hangover soup. My bad, I didn’t consider your

was about to pull his hand

just a bowl of hangover soup. No need to be so formal. If you’re Miss Jenkins’s friend, you’re a friend of

interesting, he chuckled and didn’t say anything. Then he

for not adding a bit of arsenic or rat poison to the hangover soup for Seasoning?

Isabelle and suggested, “Ler’s

morning to calm the stomach. He popped open another thermos, filled

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

in front of her, sporting the suit, pants, and leather shoes she had

over him absentmindedly as she entertained

face.

chuckled, unintentionally letting out a

at her puzzledly, “What’s

at George and the

was she up

“It’s nothing.

her usual detached self, and reached out to grab the porridge from

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

carried a subtle smile as he replied, “Just curious,

asked, “Any issues with

wasn’t

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

was time to be serious,

the reality was that the mob young master wasn’t exactly known for his good temperament, especially around Isabelle and Yves, where

him at

be trying to

still had a headache, so naturally, he wasn’t in a good