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.

drink it.” Then he changed his tone. “But she and I share everything. and it’s just

pull his

bowl of hangover soup. No need to be so

say anything. Then he gulped the

regretting for not adding a bit of arsenic or rat poison

to Isabelle and suggested, “Ler’s grab some breakfast.”

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

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

She recalled seeing Jim’s fight at

there he was, right in front of her, sporting the suit, pants, and

absentmindedly as she entertained her thoughts, a grin spreading across her

face.

chuckled, unintentionally letting out a

looked at her puzzledly, “What’s

at George and

she

“It’s nothing.

and reached out to grab the

the soup, he noticed George across

subtle smile as he replied, “Just curious, did you spend the night

issues

tone wasn’t

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

to be serious, and flexible when it

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

having been involved in a brawl last night and with Blood Shadow sitting beside him at the moment,

and seemed to be trying to play a big shot and stirring up more

headache, so naturally, he