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

pull his hand

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

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

for not adding a bit of arsenic or

turned to Isabelle and suggested, “Ler’s

good to have some porridge in the morning to calm the stomach. He popped open another thermos, filled with lean meat

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

her porridge. She recalled seeing Jim’s fight at

right in front of her, sporting the suit, pants, and

over him absentmindedly as she entertained her thoughts, a

face.

she chuckled, unintentionally letting

at her puzzledly, “What’s

glanced at George and the slightly odd Isabelle.

she

“It’s nothing.

suppressed her smile, returning to her usual detached self, and reached out to grab the porridge

a bowl. While he was sipping the soup, he noticed George across the table looking straight at him, which made him ask, “Got something on your mind, Mr. George?”

“Just curious, did you

issues with that?”

tone wasn’t too

but he was mild–mannered, gentlemanly. and

when it was time to be

good temperament, especially around Isabelle and Yves, where his true

and with Blood Shadow sitting beside him at the moment, it was hard for him to maintain

just challenged him moments ago and seemed to be trying to play

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