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.

tone. “But she and I share everything. and it’s just a bowl

to pull his

soup. No need to be so formal. If you’re Miss Jenkins’s friend, you’re a friend of mine

say

a bit of arsenic or rat poison to the

suggested, “Ler’s grab some

some porridge in the morning to calm the stomach.

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

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

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

as she entertained her thoughts, a grin

face.

unintentionally letting

her puzzledly,

glanced at George and the

she up

“It’s nothing.

detached self, and reached out to grab

Isabelle, Jim, with his stomach grumbling, also got a bowl. While he was sipping the soup, he noticed George across the table looking straight at him, which made him ask,

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

“Any issues with that?”

wasn’t too

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

serious when it was time to be serious, and flexible

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

a brawl last night and with Blood Shadow sitting beside him at the moment, it was hard for him

be trying to play a big shot

so naturally, he wasn’t in a