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 a bowl of hangover soup. My bad, I didn’t consider

about to pull his hand back.

of hangover soup. No need

didn’t say anything. Then he gulped the hangover soup down.

not adding a bit of

suggested, “Ler’s

back so much alcohol, it’s good to have some porridge in the morning to calm the stomach. He popped

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

watched as George, dressed in a smart suit, served her porridge. She recalled seeing Jim’s fight at the bar last night, and unconsciously imagined herself in George’s

of her, sporting the

him absentmindedly as she entertained her thoughts, a

face.

chuckled, unintentionally letting out

her puzzledly, “What’s

glanced at George and the slightly

was she up

“It’s nothing.

returning to her usual detached self, and reached out

his stomach grumbling, also got a bowl. While he was sipping the soup, he noticed George across the

replied, “Just curious, did

“Any issues with that?”

tone wasn’t

exactly known for his gentleness, but he was mild–mannered, gentlemanly. and had a good sense of

it was time to be serious, and flexible when

his good temperament, especially around

brawl last night and with Blood Shadow sitting beside him at the moment, it

just challenged him moments ago and seemed to be

a headache, so naturally, he wasn’t