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.

“But she and I

about to pull his

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

say

a bit of arsenic or rat poison

suggested, “Ler’s grab some breakfast.”

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

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

Jim’s fight at the bar last night, and unconsciously imagined herself in George’s shoes, feeling a sense of anticipation.

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

as she entertained

face.

unintentionally letting out

looked at her

at George and the slightly odd

she

“It’s nothing.

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

he was sipping the soup, he noticed George across the table looking straight at him, which made him ask, “Got something on

“Just curious, did you spend the night

“Any issues

wasn’t too

for his gentleness, but he was

time to

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

sitting beside him at the moment, it was hard for him to

seemed to be trying to

a headache, so naturally, he wasn’t in a