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.

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

about to pull

need to be so formal. If you’re Miss Jenkins’s friend, you’re a friend of mine too.”

didn’t say anything. Then he gulped the hangover

for not adding a bit of arsenic or rat poison to the

to Isabelle and suggested, “Ler’s grab some breakfast.”

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

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Chapter 152 Reputation?

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

was, right in front of her, sporting the suit, pants, and leather shoes she had envisioned.

wandered over him absentmindedly as she entertained her thoughts, a grin spreading

face.

chuckled, unintentionally letting

her puzzledly, “What’s

at George and the slightly

was she up to?

“It’s nothing.

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

bowl. While he was sipping the soup, he noticed George across the table looking straight at him,

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

asked, “Any issues

wasn’t too friendly.

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

time to be serious, and

that the mob young master wasn’t exactly known for his good temperament, especially around Isabelle and Yves, where his

night and with Blood Shadow sitting beside him at

and seemed to be trying

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