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.

it’s not right for me to 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 your feelings.”

about to pull his

to it, smiling warmly. “It’s just a bowl of hangover soup. No need to be so formal. If you’re Miss Jenkins’s friend, you’re a friend of mine too.”

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

for not adding a bit of arsenic or rat poison

suggested,

morning to calm the stomach. He popped open another

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

served her porridge. She recalled seeing Jim’s fight at the bar last night, and

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

over him absentmindedly as she entertained her thoughts,

face.

chuckled, unintentionally letting out a

at her puzzledly,

and the slightly odd

she up to?

“It’s nothing.

her smile, returning to her usual detached self, and reached

the soup, he noticed George across the

replied, “Just curious, did you spend the night here last night?”

issues with

tone wasn’t too friendly.

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

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

known for his good temperament, especially around Isabelle and Yves, where his true nature was most likely to come

sitting beside him at the moment, it was hard for him to maintain the demeanour of a high–profile

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

naturally, he