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.

Isabelle. So it’s not right for me to drink it.” Then he changed his tone. “But she and I share everything. and it’s just a bowl

pull his

hangover soup. No need to be so formal. If you’re Miss Jenkins’s

he chuckled and didn’t say anything. Then he gulped the hangover

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

to Isabelle and suggested, “Ler’s grab

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

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

Jim’s fight at the bar last night, and unconsciously imagined herself in George’s

now, there he was, right in front of her, sporting the suit, pants, and leather shoes she

entertained her thoughts, a grin spreading across

face.

unintentionally letting out a

her

and the

was she

“It’s nothing.

detached self, and reached

grumbling, also got a bowl. While he was sipping the soup, he noticed George across the table looking straight at him, which made him ask, “Got something

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

issues

tone wasn’t too

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

time to be serious, and flexible when it was

reality was that the mob young master wasn’t exactly known for his good temperament, especially around Isabelle and Yves, where his true nature was most likely to come

Blood Shadow sitting beside him at the moment, it was hard for him to maintain the demeanour of a high–profile lawyer.

challenged him moments ago and seemed to be trying to

had a headache, so naturally,