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 remarked.

at Isabelle,

feeling that Isabelle was favouring

another meeting. Reach out if

up. “I’ll

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the house being his, he felt

move turning the

a subtle smile on his face. “No need to bother.” He glanced down.

the watch on his left wrist with his right hand, glancing

make sure to keep

doesn’t

got a good temperament, but Yves

George sensed there was an underlying meaning in his

Isabelle on the sofa, lost in her world, eating

seat. “Mr. Carter said you’re an

said. “Do you

isn’t quite right

others, but

appreciating George’s keen

as if granting him a reward, she said, “If there’s a chance, I’ll

mean by

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

George left feeling satisfied.

their way

is there anything

the

Isabelle knew a mafia boss who accepted her as a leader in the world of

mercenaries.

struggled to wrap his head around it. He could overlook his curiosity about how a girl who had never left Norward City could