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.

to drink it.” Then he changed his tone. “But she and I share everything. and it’s just a bowl of hangover soup. My bad, I didn’t

about to pull his

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

say

not adding a bit

Isabelle and suggested, “Ler’s grab some

back so much alcohol, it’s good to have some porridge in the morning to calm the stomach. He popped open another thermos, filled with

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

at the bar last night, and unconsciously imagined

was, right in front of her, sporting the suit, pants,

wandered over him absentmindedly as she entertained her thoughts, a grin spreading

face.

she chuckled, unintentionally letting

her puzzledly, “What’s

at George and

was she up to?

“It’s nothing.

suppressed her smile, returning to her usual detached self, and reached out to grab the porridge from George’s

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

he replied, “Just curious,

asked, “Any issues with

wasn’t too

he was mild–mannered, gentlemanly. and had a good

was serious when it was time to be serious, and flexible when it

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

a brawl last night and with Blood Shadow sitting beside him at the

to mention, George just challenged him moments ago and seemed to be trying to play a big shot and stirring up more trouble.

naturally, he wasn’t