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 share everything. and it’s just a bowl of hangover

about to pull his hand

“It’s just a bowl of hangover soup. No need to be so formal. If you’re

and didn’t say anything. Then

a bit of arsenic or rat poison to

suggested, “Ler’s grab some breakfast.”

porridge in the morning to calm the stomach. He popped open another thermos, filled with lean meat and vegetable porridge.

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

seeing Jim’s fight at the bar last night, and unconsciously

front of her, sporting the suit, pants, and leather shoes she had envisioned.

wandered over him absentmindedly as she entertained her

face.

she chuckled, unintentionally letting out a laugh,

at her puzzledly, “What’s

and the

she up to?

“It’s nothing.

her usual detached self, and reached out

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, “Got something

“Just curious, did you spend the night here last

issues

tone wasn’t too

but he was mild–mannered, gentlemanly.

he was serious when it was time to be serious, and flexible when

was that the mob young master wasn’t exactly known for his good temperament,

him at the moment, it was hard

to mention, George just challenged him moments ago and seemed to be trying to

so naturally, he wasn’t