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.

not right for me to drink it.” Then he changed his tone. “But she and I share everything.

was about to pull his hand

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

chuckled and didn’t say anything. Then he gulped

are you regretting for not adding a bit of arsenic

to Isabelle and suggested, “Ler’s

to calm the

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

served her porridge. She recalled seeing Jim’s fight at the bar last night, and unconsciously imagined herself in George’s

her, sporting the suit, pants,

him absentmindedly as she entertained

face.

chuckled, unintentionally letting out a laugh,

her puzzledly, “What’s funny?”

at George and the

she

“It’s nothing.

usual detached self, and reached out to grab the porridge from George’s hand.

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

carried a subtle smile as he replied, “Just curious, did you

asked, “Any issues

wasn’t too

he was mild–mannered, gentlemanly. and

time to be serious, and flexible when it was needed.

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

him at the moment, it was hard for him to maintain the demeanour of

to mention, George just challenged him moments ago and seemed to be trying to play a big shot and stirring

so naturally, he wasn’t in