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.

pull his

smiling warmly. “It’s just a bowl of hangover soup. No need to be so formal. If you’re Miss Jenkins’s friend, you’re

and didn’t say anything. Then he gulped the

adding a bit of arsenic or

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

to have some porridge in the morning to calm the stomach. He popped open

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porridge. She recalled seeing Jim’s fight at the bar last night, and unconsciously imagined herself in George’s shoes, feeling a

her, sporting the

she entertained her thoughts, a grin

face.

chuckled, unintentionally letting out a laugh,

her puzzledly,

at George and the slightly odd Isabelle.

was she

“It’s nothing.

suppressed her smile, returning to her usual detached self, and reached

soup, he noticed George across the table looking straight at him, which made him ask, “Got something on your mind, Mr.

“Just curious,

“Any issues

wasn’t

outsiders, Mr. Carter wasn’t exactly known for his gentleness, but he was mild–mannered, gentlemanly. and had a

was time to be serious, and flexible when it

his good temperament,

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

and seemed to be trying to play a big

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