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.

Isabelle. So it’s not right for me to drink it.” Then he changed his tone. “But she and I share everything. and it’s

pull his

hangover soup. No need to

interesting, he chuckled and didn’t say anything. Then he

not adding a bit of arsenic

turned to Isabelle and suggested,

knocking 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 lean

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

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

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

entertained her thoughts, a grin spreading across

face.

unintentionally letting

looked at her puzzledly,

George and the slightly odd

she

“It’s nothing.

smile, returning to her usual detached self, and reached

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

carried a subtle smile as he replied, “Just curious, did you spend

“Any issues

tone wasn’t too

but he

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

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

at

moments ago and seemed to be trying

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