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?”

as George hesitated

kidding, no

the box into his suit pocket. His attention shifted to Isabelle who was engrossed in a racing game on

he

those who owned such a phone used

gaze, Isabelle

again, Danny

a feigned nonchalant manner, George inquired, “How did you end

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of schedule, meticulously inspecting the room to ensure its comfort

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time 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

Sam instinctively glanced up. startled to find his uncle among them.

“U–Uncle George?”

answered, “Yes, it’s me. have a seat.”

aura filled the room. Sam gazed at Isabelle and Dylan, trailing behind George, feeling somewhat bewildered. Dylan greeted respectfully, “Mr.

directed Sam, who was still

George, reminiscent of their

dishes ready?” George

responded swiftly, his gaze darting towards Isabelle. He intended to

order.

George took charge–reaching for the menu from the waiter, he opened it and

George encouraged, “Have

a routine inquiry that lacked any particular warmth, yet it was something Sam hadn’t