Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 136 A Gift

“What’s this?” George inquired, presenting the item.

“The watch I promised you, Isabelle confirmed.

Yves had delivered it just the day before.

With anticipation, George unwrapped it, revealing a style that complemented him flawlessly. Grinning, he cradled the watch in his hand.

The craftsmanship was impeccable, boasting intricate details on the dial, and the signature of a revered artisan delicately etched below.

This timepiece hailed from a country renowned for its horological expertise, a testament to its exclusivity and quality.

This watch did not come at a budget price, nor could it be purchased locally.

Clearly, Isabelle had given it considerable consideration.

“Thank you, this will be the best gift I receive for my birthday this year, George expressed with gratitude as he fastened the watch around his wrist.

Isabelle glanced at him curiously. “Birthday? When’s the big day?”

George chuckled. “Still a ways off.”

Teasingly, Isabelle prodded, “Turning thirty?”

ensued as George hesitated in adjusting

kidding, no need to read

George, finishing with the watch, slipped the box into his suit pocket. His attention shifted to Isabelle who was engrossed in a racing game on her

phone?” he

who owned such a phone

gaze, Isabelle

again, Danny was involved.

a feigned nonchalant manner, George inquired, “How

elaborated, “He got stuck

momentarily at a loss for

ahead of schedule, meticulously inspecting

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was imminent.

girls that was common overseas. As a graduate of Taragon University, he had astutely researched Isabelle on the university forum, discovering her exceptional college entrance exam scores, commendable performance in military training, and her prowess in mathematics. Yet, he harboured reservations about their conversation potentially

instinctively glanced up. startled to find his uncle among them. His astonishment deepened upon spotting

“U–Uncle George?”

George answered, “Yes, it’s

a heartbeat, the elder’s commanding aura filled the room. Sam gazed at Isabelle and Dylan, trailing behind George, feeling somewhat bewildered. Dylan greeted respectfully, “Mr. Sam. Ethan acknowledged him with a nod

George directed Sam, who was still standing.

positioned four seats away from George, reminiscent of their seating arrangement during

the dishes ready?”

gaze darting towards Isabelle. He intended to let her decide on

order.

George took charge–reaching for the menu from the waiter,

encouraged, “Have a look

any particular warmth, yet it