Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 152

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. 

… Isabelle. So it’s not right for me to drink it.” Then he changed his tone. “But she and I share everything. and it’s just a bowl of hangover soup. My bad, I didn’t consider your feelings.” 

He was about to pull his hand back. 

But George beat him to it, smiling warmly. “It’s just a bowl of hangover soup. No need to be so formal. If you’re Miss Jenkins’s friend, you’re a friend of mine too.” 

Jim found it interesting, he chuckled and didn’t say anything. Then he gulped the hangover soup down. 

Dylan thought, Mr. George, are you regretting for not adding a bit of arsenic or rat poison to the hangover soup for Seasoning? 

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

“After knocking back so much alcohol, it’s good to have some porridge in the morning to calm the stomach. He popped open another thermos, filled with lean meat and vegetable porridge. 

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Chapter 152 Reputation? 

Isabelle watched as George, dressed in a smart suit, served her porridge. She recalled seeing Jim’s fight at the bar last night, and unconsciously imagined herself in George’s shoes, feeling a sense of anticipation. 

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

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

face. 

Suddenly, she chuckled, unintentionally letting out a laugh, 

George looked at her puzzledly, “What’s funny?” 

Jim glanced at George and the slightly odd Isabelle. 

What was she up to? 

“It’s nothing. 

Isabelle suppressed her smile, returning to her usual detached self, and reached out to grab the porridge from George’s hand. 

Thanks to Isabelle, Jim, with his stomach grumbling, also got a 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 mind, Mr. George?” 

George’s face carried a subtle smile as he replied, “Just curious, did you spend the night here last night?” 

Jim asked, “Any issues with that?” 

His tone wasn’t too friendly. 

To outsiders, Mr. Carter wasn’t exactly known for his gentleness, but he was mild–mannered, gentlemanly. and had a good sense of humour. 

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

However, the reality was that the mob young master wasn’t exactly known for his good temperament, especially around Isabelle and Yves, where his true nature was most likely to come out. 

Plus, having been involved in a brawl last night and with Blood Shadow sitting beside him at the moment, it was hard for him to maintain the demeanour of a high–profile lawyer. 

Not to mention, George just challenged him moments ago and seemed to be trying to play a big shot and stirring up more trouble. 

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

George said, “We’re all adults here, and Miss Jenkins is just a young lady. You should understand the importance of reputation better than I do.” 

The photo of the two hugging had already caused quite a stir.