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.”

Harris is indeed

looked at

shake the feeling that Isabelle was

the airport–let’s schedule another meeting. Reach out if you need anything.” Jim said

stood up. “I’ll see

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being his, he felt

What a move

his face. “No need to bother.” He glanced down. “Nice watch you’ve

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

make sure

doesn’t see it.

good temperament, but

meaning in his words,

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

his seat. “Mr. Carter said you’re

“Do you think

isn’t quite right for someone like me,

not fit for others, but

smiled, appreciating George’s keen

a reward, she said, “If there’s

mean by

she suggesting that she’ll discuss her matters with me in the future?

this thought, George left feeling satisfied.

way back.

contain himself any longer and asked, “Mr. George, is there anything specific

was the heir to the underworld

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

mercenaries.

young master of the underworld, Dylan struggled to wrap his head around it. He could overlook his curiosity about how a girl who had never