Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 153 Old Friend

Dylan thought. Miss Jenkins, why are you so suicidal?

Jim was bewildered.

Jim glanced at her. “When did that happen?”

George was feeling suspicious, and when he heard what Isabelle said, his first thought was that she was trying to cover for Jim.

But seeing Jim’s urgency, he realized a bit late that Isabelle’s words accidentally confirmed something. Then he smirked slightly, getting calm and collected.

Isabelle explained, “During summer break in Melfrey, Mr. Harris was there for business, so I tagged along.”

Jim asked. ‘Doing business in Melfrey?”

What kind of shady deal is this?

George said. “Strange, isn’t it? Miss Jenkins was also on vacation in Melfrey at that time.”

Jim thought. These two are playing some kind of guessing game.

What’s this girl keeping from him?

“Haven’t told you, but this house is Mr. Harris’s. He’s bothered, so you better leave,” Isabelle added.

Jim was shocked.

Giving a glance at the satisfied George, he was confused. “Short on cash or housing? Why stay in someone else’s place?”

Referring to George as “someone else” seemed to irk him a bit

Isabelle said, “Not short on anything, just arrived right on time.”

Jim felt an inexplicable frustration, like wishing for something unattainable. “Is that all?” Since when did you become so casual about owing favours?

George timely stepped in to–show magnanimity. “It’s not that I mind, just that it’s a matter of propriety. With us being alone together and this place being close to the school, it’s easy for rumours to spread. If you need accommodation, I have several properties nearby. You’re welcome to stay anytime, Mr. Carter.”

is indeed considerate,” Isabelle

looked at Isabelle, puzzled.

shake the feeling that Isabelle

the airport–let’s schedule another meeting. Reach out if

stood up. “I’ll see

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house being his,

thought, What a move turning the tables.

on his face. “No

right hand, glancing at Isabelle. “It’s a gift from Miss Jenkins.”

“It’s quite valuable. Mr. Harris, make sure to keep it safe.

doesn’t see it.

good temperament,

George sensed there was an underlying meaning in his words, but couldn’t quite figure it out.

left, George turned back and found Isabelle on the sofa, lost in her world, eating her porridge.

his seat. “Mr. Carter said you’re an old friend of his?”

you think using eighteen?”

right for someone like me,

for others, but

smiled, appreciating George’s keen

she said, “If

she mean by

don’t misinterpret it, is she suggesting that she’ll discuss her matters with

thought, George left feeling satisfied.

way back.

is there

the underworld they were discussing.

understand if Isabelle knew a mafia boss who accepted her as a leader

mercenaries.

overlook his curiosity about how a girl who had never left Norward City could possess such formidable skills and