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

“Just kidding, no need to

finishing with the watch, slipped the box into his suit pocket. His attention

he inquired casually.

model. Typically, those who owned such a phone used it primarily for gaming–a departure

lifting her gaze, Isabelle responded, “Danny’s.”

Danny

nonchalant manner, George inquired, “How did you end up with his

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Sam arrived ahead of schedule, meticulously inspecting the room to ensure its comfort and cleanliness. Detecting an unpleasant odour, he

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with 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

out of his reverie, the waiter had already escorted the guests in. Sam instinctively glanced up. startled to find his uncle among them. His astonishment

“U–Uncle George?”

“Yes, it’s me.

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

George directed Sam, who was still standing.

settling into his assigned seat, positioned four seats away from George, reminiscent of

dishes ready?”

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

order.

charge–reaching for the menu from the waiter, he

guard, George encouraged, “Have a look and

lacked any particular warmth, yet it was something