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.

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 of hangover soup. My bad,

to pull his hand back.

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

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

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

Isabelle and suggested,

knocking back so much alcohol, it’s good to have some porridge in the morning to calm the stomach.

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

recalled seeing Jim’s fight at

her, sporting the suit, pants,

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

face.

she chuckled, unintentionally letting out a laugh,

at her puzzledly,

and the slightly odd Isabelle.

she

“It’s nothing.

suppressed her smile, returning to her usual detached self, and reached out to grab the

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

smile as he replied, “Just

“Any issues

tone wasn’t too

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

time to be serious, and

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

Blood Shadow sitting beside him at the moment, it

seemed to be trying

a headache, so naturally, he wasn’t in a good mood.