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.

he changed his tone. “But she and I share everything. and it’s just a bowl of hangover soup.

was about to pull his hand back.

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

chuckled and didn’t say anything. Then

are you regretting for not adding a bit of arsenic or rat poison to the hangover soup

to Isabelle and suggested, “Ler’s

in the morning to calm the

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

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

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

him absentmindedly as she entertained her thoughts,

face.

she chuckled, unintentionally letting out

her puzzledly,

glanced at George and the slightly odd

was she

“It’s nothing.

to her usual detached self, and reached out to grab the porridge from

While he was sipping the soup, he noticed George across the table looking straight

smile as he replied, “Just curious, did you spend the night here last

“Any issues with that?”

wasn’t

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

serious when it was time to be

known for his good temperament, especially around Isabelle and Yves, where his

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

be trying to play a big

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